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A  Conftant  Companion 


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collected  from  various  authors 

» — <..<^^»-> — - 

THE    TWENTY-FIRST    EDITION. 
* <  «^><^|^<^-> 

I  PSALM    dv.    33. 

.    I    WILL    SING   UNTO    THE    LORD    AS    LONG   AS   I    LIVE  i 
I    WILL    SING    PRAISES    UNTO    MY    GoD 
WHILE   I   HAVE    MY    BEING. 

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DEAR   BRETHREN, 

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'Pocket  HYMN-BOOK,  containing  a  col- 
leclion  fitted  for  private  devotion  (when  you  would 
*anfh  to  /peak  to  your/ el-vet  in  Hymns  and  Spiritual 
Songs)  as  well  as  for  family,  focial,  and  public 
worfl/ip  :  and  as  we  intend  to  keep  a  con/rant  fup- 
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we  trufl  you  will  be  much  a/Jtfled  •'/  -he  prcfeni  pub- 
lication, in  the  performance  of  thefe  important  parts 
of  divine  fervice. 

The  Hymn-Booh  which  have  been  already  pub- 
lifhed  among  us,  are  truly  excellent.  The  SAecl 
Hymns,  the  double  colleblion  of  Hymns  and  PfpJms, 
and  the  Redemption-Hymns,  dijplay  great  fpifitu- 
ality,  as  well  as  purity  of  diction.  The  large  Con- 
gregational Hymn-Booh  is  admirable  indeed,  but  is 
too  expenfive  for  the  poor,    who    Jxzve  little  time 


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abroad  in  thefe  States,  is  a  moji  valuable  perform- 
ance for  thofe  who  are  deeply  fpiritual,  but  is  better 
fulted  to  the  European  Methodijls,  among  <wbom  all 
the  before-mentioned  books  have  been  thoroughly  cir- 
culated for  many  years.  But  all  the  excellencies  of 
the  former  publications  are  in  a  great  meafurs  con- 
centred in  the  prefent,  which  contains  the  choice/1  and 
viojl  precious  of  the  Hymns  that  are  to  be  found  in 
the  former  editions  and  at  the  fame  time  is  fo  porta- 
ble, that  you  may  always  carry  it  with  you  without 
the  lea/1  inconvenience. 

We  are  the  mere  delighted  with  this  defign,  as  na 
perfonal  advantage  is  concerned,  but  the  public  good 
alone.  For  after  the  necejfary  expenfes  of  printing 
and  binding  are  dif charged,  we  Jloall  make  it  a  noble 
charity  by  applying  the  profits  arifmg  therefrom,  to 
religious  and  charitable  purpofes. 

No  motive  of  a  finifler  nature  has  therefore  influ- 
enced, us  in  any  degree  to  publijh  this  excellent  com- 
pilation. It  1ms  received  the  approbation  of  the 
Conferences,  and  contains  many  valuable  Hymns 
which  fome  of  the  former  editions  did  not.  As  the 
profits  of  the  former  editions  have  been  fcrupuloujly  ap- 
plied as  above,  fo  the  fame  appropriation  of  the  pro/its 
of  the  prefent  Jhall  he  confcientioujly  obferved.  We 
mujl  therefore  eafnejlly  entreat  you,  if  you  have  any 
r-cfpetl  for  the  authority  of  the  Conference,  or  of  us7 
or  any  regard  for  the  profperity  of  the  Conneclion, 
to  pur  chafe  no  Hymn- Books,  but  what  are  Jigned 
<:vitb  the  names  of  your  two  B'JJjops. 


C    &    ] 

We  exhort  you  to  fmg  with  the  Spirit,  and  with 
the  under/landing  alfo  :  and  thus  may  the  high 
praifes  of  G  0  D  he  Jet  up  from  Eafi  to  IVe/l,  from 
North  to  South  ;  and  ivejhall  he  happily  inftrumental 
in  leading  the  devotion  of  thoufands,  and  fhall  re- 
joice to  join  you  in  time  and  eternity* 

We  are, 

Dear  Brethren, 

Tour  faithful  Pajlors  in  Chrifl, 

^rancid  ^yvM/^u, 


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POCKET 

HYMN-BOOK, 

AWAKENING  and  INVITING, 

HYMN     I.     C.  M.     Leeds, 

i    dT^k  FOR  a  thoufand  tongues  to  ling 
V^7    My  dear  Redeemer's  praiie  ! 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 

2  My  gracious  Mailer  and  my  God, 

Affilt  me  to  proclaim, 
To  fpread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honours  of  thy  name. 

3  Jefus,  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  forrows  ceafe  ; 
'Tis  mufic  in  the  linner's  ears  j 
'Tis  life  and  health  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancelled  fin, 

He  fets  the  pris'ner  free  ; 
Kis  blood  can  make  the  fouleft  clean  ; 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 

j*   Look  unto  him,  ye  nations,  own 
Your  God,  ye  fallen  race  ; 
Look,  and  be  fav'd  though  faith  alone^ 
Be  juitify'd  by  grace  I 


6  AWAKENING 

6  See  all  your  fins  on  Jefus  laid ! 

The  Lamb  of  God  was  (lain, 
His  foul  was  once  an  ofPring  made, 
:      For  every  foul  of  man. 

7  With  me  your  chief,  ye  then  (hall  know, 

Shall  feel  your  fins  forgiv'n  ; 
Anticipate  your  heav'n  below, 
And  own  that  love  is  heaven. 

HYMN     II.     Epworth. 
i    /^i  OME,  ye  finners,  poor  and  needy, 
\^y   Weak  and  wounded,  fick  and  fore, 
Jefus  ready  ftands  to  fave  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  pow'r  ; 

He  is  able, 
He  Is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 
True  belief,  and  true  repentance, 
Ev'ry  grace  that  brings  you  nigh, 

Without  money 
Come  to  Jefus  Chrill  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  confcience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitnefs  fondly  dream  : 
All  the  fitnefs  he  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  ; 

This  he  gives  you, 
?Tis  the  Spirit's  glimm'ring  bearn, 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-Iaden'd, 

Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall, 
If  you  tarry  till  you  're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all; 

Not  the  righteous, 
.Sinners  Jefus  came  to  call. 


AND    INVITING. 

Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !   your  Maker  proftrate  lies  L 

On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ! 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

"  It  is  finite  !'-' 
Sinners,  will  not  this  fuffice  ? 

Lo  !    the  incarnate  God  afcending, 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood ; 

Venture  on  him,  venture  freely, 
Let  no  other  trull  intrude  ; 

None  but  Jefus 
Can  do  helplefs  finners  good. 

Saints  and  angels  join'd  in  concert^ 
Sing  the  praifes  of  the  Lamb, 

While  the  blifsful  feats  of  heav'n, 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name, 

Hallelujah  ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  fame. 

HYMN    III.    L.  M.    Invitation^ 

COME,  finners,  to  the  gofpel-feaft ; 
Let  every  foul  be  Jem's  gueft ; 
Ye  need  not  one  be  left  behind  ; 
For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 

Sent  by  my  Lord,  on  you  I  call ; 

The  invitation  is  to  all ; 

Come  all  the  world !   come,  fmner,  thou  I 

All  things  in  Chrift  are  ready  now. 

Coivse,  all  ye  fouls  by  fin  opprefs'd, 

Ye  reftlefs  wand'rers  after  reft  ; 

Ye  poor,  and  maim'd,  and  halt,  and  blind^ 

In  Chrift  a  hearty  welcome  find. 


8  •  AWAKENING 

4  My  meffage  as  from  God  receive ; 
Ye  all  may  come  to  Chrift  and  live  ; 
O  let  his  love  your  hearts  conftrain, 
Nor  fuffer  him  to  die  in  vain  ! 

5  His  love  is  mighty  to  compel : 
His  conq'ring  love  confent  to  feel; 
Yield  to  his  love's  refiftlefs  power, 
And  fight  againft  your  God  no  more, 

6  See  him  fet  forth  before  your  eyes, 
That  precious,  bleeding  facrifice  ! 
His  offer'd  benefits  embrace, 
And  freely  now  be  fav'd  by  grace ! 

7  Th!s  is  the  time ;   no  more  delay  ! 
Tb;s  is  the  acceptable  day: 
Come  in,  this  moment,  at  his  call, 

^  •  d  live  for  him  who  dy'd  for  all ! 

.      HYMN     IV.      Foundery. 

Why  'will ye  die?  0  houfe  of  IfraeU 
Ezek.  xviii.   31. 

E    QINNERS,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
O    God,  your  Maker,  afks  you  why  I 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himfelf  to  live  ; 
He  the  fatal  caufe  demands, 
Afl:    the  work  of  his  own  hands  ; 
Why,  ye  thankiefs  creatures,  why, 
Will  ye  crofs  his  love,  and  die  ? 

2   Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour,  aiks  you  why  1 
God,  who  did  your  fouls  retrieve, 
Dy'd  himfelf,  that  you  might  live, 


.AND     INVITING. 

Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 
Why,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  why, 
Will  you  flight  his  grace,  and  die  ? 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  the  Spirit,  afks  you  why, 
He,  who  all  your  lives  hath  ftrove^ 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love  : 
Will  you  not  the  grace  receive? 
Will  you  ftill  refufe  to  live  ? 
Why,  ye  long-fought  finners,  why, 
Will  you  grieve  your  God,  and  die  ? 

k.  Dead,  already  dead  within. 
Spiritually  dead  in  fin, 
Dead  to  God,  while  here  you  breathe., 
Pant  you  after  fecond  death  ? 
Will  you  ft  ill  in  fin  remain, 
Greedy  of  eternal  pain  ? 
O,  ye  dying  finners,  why, 
Why  will  you  for  ever  die  ? 

HYMN     V.     L.  M.     Invitation. 
i    Q  INNER S,  obey  the  gofpel  word! 
C3    Hafte  to  the  fupper  of  my  Lord ; 
Be  wife  to  know  your  gracious  day ; 
All  things  are  ready,  come  away. 

2.  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own, 
And  fell's,  his  late-returning  fon  ; 
lv.      v  vour  loving  Saviour  Hands, 

ipreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands « 

I   R ';  r\  the  Spirit  of  his  love 
juit  now  the  ftony  to  remove; 


XO  AWAKENING 

'  T'  apply  and  witnefs  with  the  bloods 
And  wafh  and  feal  the  fons  of  God. 

4  Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait, 
To  triumph  in  your  bleft  eftate ; 
Tuning  their  harps,  they  long  to  praife 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 

5  The  Father,   Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
Are  ready  with  their  mining  hoft  : 
All  heav'n  is  ready  to  refound, 

"  The  dead's  alive  !   the  loft  is  found  !** 

6  Come  then,  ye  finners,  to  your  Lord, 
In  Chrift  to  paradife  reftor'd : 

His  proffer'd  benefits  embrace, 
The  plenitude  of  gofpel  grace. 

HYMN     VI.      Fetter-Lane. 
1    TT>  EHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
jL)   Nail'd  to  the  fhameful  tree  ; 
How  vaft  the  love  that  him  inclin'd 
To  bleed  and  die  for  thee  ! 

<L  Hark,  how  he  groans  !   while  nature  make'?, 
And  earth's  ftrong  pillars  bend  ! 
The  temple's  veil  in  funder  breaks, 
The  folid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  done  !  the  precious  ranfom's  paid, 

"  Receive  my  foul  !"  he  cries  ; 
See,  where  he  bows  his  facred  head  I 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies  ! 

4  But  foon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chaihjf- 

And  in  full  glory  mine  ; 
O  Lamb  of  God  !   was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love  like  thine  \ 


AND    INVITING.  II 

HYMN    VII.     IVelJJj. 

1  S~\    Love  divine  !   what  haft  thou  done  ! 
\_/    TV  immortal  God  hath  dy'd  for  me  !" 
The  Father's  co-eternal  Son 

Bore  all  my  fins  upon  the  tree : 
Th'   immortal  God  for  me  hath  dy'd: 
My  Lord,   my  Love  is  crucify'd. 

2  Behold  him,  all  ye  that  pafs  by, 

The  bleeding  Prince  of  life  and  peace! 
Come  fee,  ye  worms,  your  Maker  die, 

And  fay  was  ever  grief  like  his  ! 
Come  feel  with  me  his  blood  apply'd ; 
My  Lord,  my  Love  is  crucify'd. 

3  Is  crucify'd  for  me  and  you, 

To  bring  us  rebels  back  to  God; 
Believe,  believe  the  record  true, 

Ye  all  are  bought  with  Jefu's  blood : 
Pardon  for  all  flows  from  his  fide  : 
My  Lord,  my  Love  is  crucify'd. 
4.  Then  let  us  fit  beneath  his  crofs, 

And  gladly  catch  the  healing  ftream  -y 
All  things  for  him  account  but  lofs, 

And  give  up  all  our  hearts  to  him  ;  - 
Of  nothing  think  or  fpeak  belide, 
My  Lord,  my  Love  is  crucify'd. 

HYMN    VIII.    C.  M. 

3    H^HEE  we  adore,   Eternal  Name, 
J[.      And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dving  worms  we  be  ! 

B 


12  AWAKENING 

2  Our  wafting  lives  grow  fhorter  ftfll, 

As  days  and  months  increafe ; 
And  ev'ry  beating  pulfe  we  tell, 
Leaves  but  the  number  lefs. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  Heals  away 

The  breath  that  firft  it  gave  : 

Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 

We're  traveling  to  the  grave. 

4  Dangers  ftand  thick  thro'  all  the  ground, 

To  pufli  us  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  fierce  difeafes  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Great  God  !   on  what  a  {lender  thread 

Hang  everlafting  things  ! 
Tl/  eternal  Hates  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  firings  ! 

6  Infinite  joy  or  endlefs  wo, 

Depends  on  ev'ry  breath  ; 
And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 

7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowfy  fenfe^ 

To  walk  this  dang'rous  road  ; 
And  if  our  fouls  are  hurry'd  hence, 
May  they  be  found  in  God  ! 

HYMN     IX.     C.  M. 

i    "T  X  T  H  E  N  rifing  from  the  bed  of  death, 
VV      O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  view  my  Maker,  face  to  face, 
O  how  mail  I  appear ! 
2   If  yet  while  pardon  may  be  found, 
And  mercy  may  be  fought ; 


AND    INVITING.  13 

My  foul  with  inward  horror  fhrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought ! 

3  When  thou,  O  Lord,  (halt  ftand  difclos'd 
In  majefty  fevere, 

And  lit  in  judgment  on  my  foul, 
O  how  mail  I  appear  ? 

4  O  may  my  broken,  contrite  heart, 
Timely  my  fins  lament, 

And  early  with  repentant  tears, 
Eternal  wo  prevent. 

Behold  the  forrows  of  my  heart, 

Ere  yet  it  be  too  late  ; 
And  hear  my  Saviour's  dying1  groag^ 

To  give  thole  iorrcws  weight. 

For  never  mail  my  foul  defpair 

Her  pardon  to  fecure, 
Who  knows  thy  only  Son  hath.dy'd 

To  make  that  pardon  fure. 

HYMN     X.     S.  M. 
N  D  am  I  born  to  die  ? 
To  lay  this  body  down  ? 
And  muft  my  trembling  fpirit  fly 
Into  a  world  unknown  ? 
A  land  of  deepeft  fhade, 
Ur.pierc'd  by  human  thought ; 
*rhe  dreary  regions  of  the  dead, 
Where  all  things  are  forgot. 

Soon  as  from  earth  I  go, 
What  will  become  of  me  ? 
Eternal  happinefs  or  wo 
Muft  then  my  portion  be  J 


A 


24 


AWAKENING 


Wak'd  by  the  trumpet's  found,. 
I  from  my  grave  mutt  rife, 
And  fee  the  Judge  with  glory  crown'tT, 
And  fee  the  flaming  fkies  ! 

How  mall  I  leave  my  tomb !. 

With  triumph  or  regret  ? 
A  fearful  or  a  joyful  doom, 

A  curie  or  bleffing  meet  ? 

Will  angel-bands  convey 

Their  brother  to  the  bar  ? 
Or  devils  drag  my  foul  away 

To  meet  its  fentence  there  ? 

Who  can  refolve  the  doubt 
That  tears  mv  anxious  breaft  ? 

Shall  I  be  with  the  damn'd  c:i(t  out* 
Or  number'd  with  the  bleft  : 
I  mull  from  God  be  driv'n, 
Or  with  my  Saviour  dwell  : 

Mull  come  at  his  command  to  heav'n, 
Or  elfe  depart  to  hell. 

0  thou  that  wouldit  not  have 
One  wretched  (inner  die, 

Who  dy'dft  thyfelf,   my  foul  to  fave 
From  endlefs  mifery  ! 
Show  me  the  way  to  fliun 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  fevere, 

That  when  thou  corned  on  thy  t1 

1  may  with  joy  appear. 

I        Thou  art  thyfelf  the  - 
Thyielf  in  me  reveal  ; 
$o  (ball  I  fpend  my  lift-';,  ihor: 
Obedient  to  thy  will ; 


AND    INVITING.  15 

So  mall  I  love  my  God, 
Becaufe  he  firft  lov'd  me, 
And  praife  thee  in  thy  bright  abode, 
To  all  eternity. 

HYMN     XL      Snowfi 'eld's, 

1  A    NDamI  only  born  to  die  ? 
UT\.   And  mull  I  fuddenly  comply 

With  nature's  ilern  decree  ? 
What  after  death  for  me  remains  ? 
Celeftial  joys,  or  hellifh  pains, 

To  all  eternity. 

2  How  then  ought  I  on  earth  to  live, 
While  God  prolongs  the  kind  reprieve, 

And  props  the  houfe  of  clay ; 
My  fole  concern,  my  fingle  care, 
To  watch  and  tremble  and  prepare 

Againft  that  fatal  day  ! 

3  No  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here, 
For  worldly  hope,  or  worldly  fear, 

If  life  fo  foon  is  gone  ; 
If  now  the  Judge  is  at  the  door, 
And  all  mankind  muft  Hand  before 

Th'  inexorable  throne  ! 

4  No  matter  which  my  thoughts  employ, 
A  moment's  mifery  or  joy  : 

But  oh  !   when  both  fhall  end, 
Where  mall  I  find  my  deftin'd  place  ? 
Shall  I  my  everlafting  days 

With  fiends  or  angels  fpend  ? 
B  2 


y 


i6  Awakening 

5  Nothing  is  worth  a  thought  beneath., 
But  how  I  may  efcape  the  death 

That  never,  never  dies  ? 
How  make  my  own  ejection  fare, 
And,   when  I  fail  on  earth,  fecure 

A  manflon  in  the  Ikies. 

6  Jefus  vouchfafe  a  pitying  ray, 

Be  thou  my  guide,  be  thou  my  way 

To  glorious  happinefs  ! 
Ah  !    write  the  pardon  on  my  heart, 
And  whenfoe'er  I  hence  depart, 

Let  me  depart  in  peace. 

HYMN     XII.     S.  M. 
i        rTT1  HOU  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 
X      Before  whofe  bar  fevere, 
With  holy  joy  or  guilty  -ireud, 
We  all  (hall  foon  appear  ; 
Our  caution'd  fouls  prepare 
For  that  tremendous  day* 
And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 
And  ilir  us  up  to  pray  ; 

2        To  pray  and  wait  the  hour, 

That  awfu'  hour  nnkpown: 
When  rob'd  in  majefty  and  pow'r 

Thou  flialt  from  heaver,  come  down  : 

Th'  immortal  Son  of  Mar., 

To  judge  the  human  race, 
With  all  thy  Father's  dazzling  r     :ii4 

With  all  thy  glorious  grace. 

3        To  damp  our  earthly  joys- 

T'  increafe  our  gracious  fears, 


AND    INVITING  I"} 

For  ever  let  the  archangel's  voice 

Be  founding  in  our  ears, 

The  folemn  midnight  cry, 

"  Ye  dead,  the  judge  is  come, 
%i  Arife,  and  meet  him  in  the  fky, 

"  And  meet  your  inilant  doom  !?> 

4        O  may  we  thus  be  found 

Obedient  to  his  word, 
Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  found, 

And  looking  for  our  Lord  ! 

O  may  we  thus  enfure 

A  lot  among  the  bleft, 
And  watch  a  moment  to  fecure 

An  everlafting  reft  ! 

HYMN     XIII.     L.  M. 

1  J"E  comes  !  he  comes  !   the  Judge  fevere  ; 
JTji    The  feventh  trumpet  fpeaks  him  neaiy 
His  lightnings  flafh,  his  thunders  roll ; 
How  welcome  to  the  faithful  foul ! 

2  From  heav'n  angelic  voices  found, 
See  the  almighty  Jefus  crown'd  ! 
Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace, 
And  glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face. 

3  Defcending  on  his  azure  throne, 

He  claims  the  kingdoms  for  his  own  ; 
The  kingdoms  all  obey  his  word, 
And  hail  him  their  triumphant  Lord. 

4  Shout  all  the  people  of  the  fky, 
And  ail  the  faints  of  the  Mod  High  ;. 
Our  Lord,  who  now  his  right  obtain^ 


18  AWAKENING 

HYMN     XIV.     EjxwortL 

i    T     O  !  he  comes  with  clouds  defcending, 
1  j    Once  for  favour'd  finners  flain  ! 
Thoufand  thoufand  faints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train, 

Hallelujah  ! 
God  appears  with  man  to  reign. 

2  Ev'ry  eye  fhall  now  behold  him, 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  majefty  ; 
Thofe  who  fet  at  nought  and  fold  him," 
Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Mefliah  fee. 

3  The  dear  tokens  of  his  paflion 

Still  his  dazzling  body  bears; 
Caufe  of  endlefs  exultation 

To  his  ranfom'd  worlhippers ; 

With  what  rapture 
Gaze  we  on  thofe  glorious  fears  I 

4  Yea,  Amen  !   let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thine  eternal  throne  ! 
Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory, 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own  ! 

Jah  !   Jehovah  ! 
Everlafting  God,  come  down. 

HYMN     XV.      Trumpet-tune. 

I        X>  LOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
JO    The  gladly  folemn  found, 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remoteft  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Ueturn,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home. 


AND    INVITING.  19 

Jefus  our  great  High  prieft, 

Hath  full  atonement  made; 
Ye  weary  fpirits  reft, 

Ye  mournful  fouls  be  glad  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home. 

Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  all-atoning  Lamb  ; 
Redemption  in  his  blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim. 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home.. 

Ye  (laves  of  fin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive, 
And  fafe  in  Jefus  dwell, 
And  bleft  in  Jefus  live. 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home. 

Ye  who  have  fold  for  nought 

Your  heritage  above, 
Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 
The  gift  of  Jefu's  love. 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home* 

The  gofpel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace. 
And  fav'd  from  earth  appear 
Before  your  Saviour's  face* 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home* 


2Q  AWAKENING 

HYMN    XVI.     C.  M. 

i    np-ERRIBLE  th.uglit!  (hall  I  alone, 
X      Who  may  be  iav'd,  mall  I, 
Of  all,  alas  !  whom  I  have  known, 
Through  fin  for  ever  die. 

2  While  all  my  old  companions  dear, 

With  whom  I  once  did  live, 
Joyful  at  God's  right  hand  appear, 
A  bleffing  to  receive. 

3  Shall  I  amidft  a  ghaftly  band, 

Dragg'd  to  the  judgment-feat, 
Far  on  the  left,  with  horror  ftand, 
My  fearful  doom  to  meet ! 

4  While  they  enjoy  their  Saviour's  love, 

Muft  I  in  torments  dwell  ? 
And  howl  (while  they  fing  hymns  above) 
And  blow  the  flames  of  hell  ? 

5  Ah  !   no  ;  I  ftill  may  turn  and  live, 

For  ftill  Jiis  wrath  delays  ; 
He  now  vouchfafes  a  kind  reprieve, 
And  offers  me  his  grace. 

6  I  will  accept  his  offers  now, 

From  every  fin  depart, 
Perform  my  oft-repeated  vow, 
And  render  him  my  heart. 

7  I  will  improve  what  I  receive, 

e  grace  through  Jefus  given 
Sure  if  with  God  on  earth  I  live, 
To  live  witrj  God  in  heaven. 


AND    INVITING.  21 

HYMN     XVII.     Wood's. 


THOU  God  of  glorious  majefty, 
To  thee,  againft  myfelf,  to  thee, 
A  worm  of  earth,  I  cry  : 
A  half-awaken'd  child  of  man, 
An  heir  of  endlefs  blifs  or  pain, 
A  finner  born  to  die  ! 

l«o  !   on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  feas  I  ftand 

Secure,  infenfible ; 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  fpace, 
Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 

Or  fhuts  me  up  in  hell. 

O  God,  mine  inmoft  foul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  imprefs  ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  folemn  weight; 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteoufnefs. 

Before  me  place  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  (halt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar  ;     > 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  mall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

Be  this  my  one  great  bus'nefs  here; 
With  ferious  induftry  and  fear, 

Eternal  bhfs  t'  enfure  ; 
Thine  utmoft  counfel  to  fulfil, 
Avid  fuffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure.. 


22  PENITENTIAL. 

6  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  foul  receive 
Tranfported  from  this  vale,  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above  ; 
Where  faith  is  fweetly  loft  in  fight, 
And  hope  in  full,  fupreme  delight, 

And  everlafting  love. 

<-«^<^»^»* 

PENITENTIAL. 

HYMN     XVIII.     Mourner's. 

i    TH1  ATHER  of  Lights,  from  whom  proceeds* 
I.      Whate'er  thy  ev'ry  creature  needs ; 
Whofe  goodnefs,  providently  nigh, 
Feeds  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry : 
To  thee  I  look,  my  heart  prepare, 
Suggeft  and  hearken  to  my  pray'r. 

2  Since  by  thy  light  myfelf  I  fee 
Naked,  and  poor,  and  void  of  thee ; 
Thy  eyes  muft  all  my  thoughts  furvey, 
Preventing  what  my  lips  would  fay  ; 
Thou  feeft  my  wants,  for  help  they  call, 
And  ere  I  fpeak  thou  know'ft  them  alL 

3  Thou  know'ft  the  bafenefs  of  my  mind, 
Wayward,  and  impotent,  and  blind  : 
Thou  know'ft  how  unfubdu'd  my  will, 
Averfe  to  good,  and  prone  to  ill ; 
Thou  know'ft  how  wide  my  pafiions  rove, 
Nor  check'd  by  fear,  nor  charm'd  by  love* 

4  Fain  would  I  know  as  known  by  thee, 
And  feel  the  indigence  I  fee  ; 

Fain  would  I  all  my  vilenefs  own, 
And  deep  beneath  the  burden  groan  : 


PENITENTIAL.  23 

Abhor  the  pride  that  lurks  within, 
Deteft  and  loath  myfelf  and  fin. 
Ah  !   give  me,  Lord,  myfelf  to  feel, 
My  total  mifery  reveal ; 
Ah  !   give  me,  Lord  (I  ftill  would  fay) 
A  heart  to  mourn,  a  heart  to  pray  : 
My  bufinefs  this,  my  only  care, 
My  life,  my  ev'ry  breath  be  pray'r, 
HYMN     XIX.     S.  M. 

OTHAT  I  could  repent ! 
O  that  I  could  believe  \ 
Thou,  by  thy  voice,  the  marble  rent, 

The  rock  in  funder  cleave  ! 

Thcu  by  the  two-edg'd  fword, 

My  foul  and  fpirit  part, 
Strike  with  the  hammer  of  thy  word* 

And  break  my  ftubborn  heart. 

Saviour,  and  Prince  of  Peace, 

The  double  grace  beftow, 
Unloofe  the  bands  of  wickednefs, 

And  let  the  captive  go  : 

Grant  me  my  fins  to  feel, 

And  then  the  load  remove ; 
Wound,  and  pour  in,  my  wounds  to  heal; 

The  balm  of  pard'ning  love. 

For  thy  own  mercy's  fake 

The  curfed  thing  remove, 
And  into  thy  protection  take 

The  prifoner  of  thy  love  ; 

In  ev'ry  trying  hour 

vStand  by  my  feeble  foul, 
And  fcreen  me  from  my  nature's  pow"r> 

Till  thou  haft  made  me  whole. 
C 


24  PENITENTIAL. 

4       This  is  thy  will,  I  know, 

That  I  fhould  holy  be, 
Should  let  my  fins  this  moment  go, 

This  moment  turn  to  thee : 

O  might  I  now  embrace 

Thy  all-fufficient  pcw'r, 
And  never  more  to  fin  give  place, 

And  never  grieve  thee  more. 

HYMN     XX.      Calvary. 

1  TESU,  let  thy  pitying  eye 

J     Call  back  a  wandering  {heep  ; 
Falie  to  thee,  like  Peter,   I 

Would  fain  like  Peter  weep : 
Let  me  be  by  grace  reftor'd, 

On  me  be  all  long-fuffering  mown  5 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,   Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  {tone. 

2  Saviour,  Prince,  enthron'd  above, 

Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love, 

The  humble,  contrite  heart : 
Give  what  I  have  long  impJor'd, 

A  portion  of  thy  grief  unknown  : 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,   Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  ftone. 

3  For  thine  own  companion's  fake, 

The  gracious  wonder  fhow  ! 
Caft  my  fins  behind  thy  back, 

And  wafh  me  white  as  fnow : 
If  thy  bowels  now  are  ftirr'd, 

If  I  now  myfelf  bemoan, 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  Hone, 


PENITENTIAL.  2$ 

j.  See  me,  Saviour,  from  above, 

Nor  fuffer  me  to  die ! 
Life,  and  happinefs,  and  love, 

Drop  from  thy  gracious  eye ; 
Speak  the  reconciling  word, 

And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down| 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,   Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  ftone. 
1  Look,   as  when  thine  eye  purfu'd 

The  firil  apoftate  man, 
Saw  him  welt'ring  in  his  blood, 

And  bade  him  rife  again  : 
Speak  my  paradife  reftor'd, 

Redeem  me  by  thy  grace  alone  i 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  bean  of  (lone. 
5  Look,   as  when  thv  languid  eye 

Was  clos'd  that  we  might  live  ; 
"  Father"  (at  the  point  to  d«e, 

My  Saviour  gafp'd)  c'  forgive  I'* 
Surely  with  that  dying  word, 

He  turns  and  looks,  and  cries,  "  'tis  done  F* 

0  my  bleeding,   loving  Lord, 
Thou  break'il  my  heart  of  ftone. 

HYMN     XXI. 

LET  the  world  their  beautie.:.  roart. 
Their  works  of  right' o ufi els  ; 
I,   a  wretch,  undone  and  loft, 
Am  freely  fav'd  by  g^ace ; 
Oth-r  title  I  difqlatm, 

This,   only  this,   is  all  my  plea, 

1  the  chief  of  linners  am, 

But  jejus  dy'd  for  me. 


26  PENITENTIAL. 

2  Happy  they  whofe  joys  abound 

Like  Jordan's  fwelling  ftream, 
Who  their  heav'n  in  Chrift  have  found, 

And  give  the  praife  to  him  : 
Let  them  triumph  in  his  name, 

Enjoy  their  full  felicity  ; 
I  the  chief  of  fmners  am, 

But  Jefus  dy'd  for  me  ! 

3  Bleft  are  they,  entirely  bleft, 

Who  can  in  him  rejoice, 
Lean  on  his  beloved  breaft, 

And  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice  ; 
Meaneft  follower  of  the  Lamb, 

His  fteps  I  at  a  diftance  fee  ; 
I  the  chief  of  finners  am, 

But  Jefus  dy'd  for  me  ! 

4  Jefus  thou  for  me  hail  dy'd, 

And  thou  in  me  lhalt  live  ; 
I  fhall  feel  thy  death  apply'd, 

I  fhall  thy  life  receive  ; 
To  bring  fire  on  earth  thou  came, 

O  that  it  now  may  kindled  be  I 
I  the  chief  of  finners  am, 

But  Jefus  dy'd  for  me  ! 

HYMN     XXII.     C.  M. 
I    "TXT  ITH  glorious  clouds  encompaft  round 
V  V      Whom  angels  dimly  fee, 
Will  the  Unfearchable  be  found, 
Or  God  appear  to  me  ? 
3  Will  he  forfake  his  throne  above, 
Himfelf  to  worms  impart  ? 
Anfwer,  thou  Man  of  Grief  and  Love, 
And  fpeak  it  to  my  heart. 


PENITENTIAL.  2J 

v  In  manifefted  love  explain 
Thy  wonderful  deiign. 
What  meant  the  fufPring  Son  of  man  ? 
The  ftreaming  blood  divine  ? 
\.  Didft  thou  not  in  our  flefh  appear, 
And  live  and  die  below, 
That  I  may  now  perceive  thee  near^ 
And  my  Redeemer  know  ? 
£  Come  then,  and  to  my  foul  reveal 
The  heights  and  depths  of  grace, 
The  wounds  which  all  my  forrows  heal, 
That  dear  disfigur'd  face. 
5  Before  my  eyes  of  faith  confefs'd, 
Stand  forth  a  flaughter'd  Lamb  ; 
And  wrap  me  in  thy  crimfon  veft, 
And  tell  me  all  thy  name. 

7  Jehovah  in  thy  perfon  fhow, 

Jehovah  crucify'd  ! 
And  then  the  pardoning  God  I  know, 
And  feel  the  blood  apply'd. 

8  I  view  the  Lamb  in  his  own  light, 

Whom  angels  dimly  fee  ; 
And  gaze,  tranfported  at  the  fight., 
To  all  eternity. 

ELY  M  N     XXIII.      Mourner's. 

JESU,  if  Hill  the  fame  thou  art, 
If  all  thy  promifes  are  fure, 
Set  up  thy  kingdom  in  my  heart, 

And  make  me  rich,  for  I  am  poor  t 
To  me  be  all  thy  treafures  giv'n, 
The  kingdom  of  an  inward  heav'ri. 

C    2 


28  PENITENTIAL. 

2  Thou  haft  pronounc'd  the  mourners  bleifc, 

And  lo  !   for  thee  I  ever  mourn  : 
I  cannot,   no,   I  will  not  reft, 

Till  thou  my  only  reft  return  ; 
Till  thou,  the  Prince  of  Peace,  appear^ 
And  I  receive  the  Comforter. 

3  Where  is  the  bleffednefs  beftow'd 

On  all  that  hunger  after  thee  ? 
I  hunger  now,   I  thirft  for  God  ! 

See,  the  poor  fainting  finner  fee, 
And  fatisfy  with  endlefs  peace, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  right'oufnefs. 

4.  Ah,  Lord  ?  if  thou  art  in  that  figh, 
Then  hear  thyfelf  within  me  pray  ; 
Hear  in  my  heart  thy  Spirit's  cry, 

Mark  what  my  lab'ring  foul  would  fay ; 
Anfwer  the  deep  unutter'd  groan, 
And  (hew  that  thou  and  I  are  one. 

5  Shine  on  thy  work,  difperfe  the  gloom, 

Light  in  thy  light  I  then  mall  fee  ; 
Say  to  my  foui,  "  Thy  light  is  come, 

4<  Glory  divine  is  ris'n  on  thee  : 
°  Thy  warfare's  paft,  thy  mourning's  o'er : 
*'  Look  up,  for  thou  {halt  weep  no  more.'-' 

6  Lord,'  I  believe  thy  promife  fure, 

And  truft  thou  wilt  not  long  delay  : 
Hungry,  and  forrowful,  and  poor, 

Upon  thy  word  myfelf  I  ftay  : 
Into  thine  hands  my  all  refign, 
And  wait  till  all  thou  art  is  mine.. 


J 


PENITENTIAL.  29 

HYMN    XXIV.     C.  M. 

ESUS,  if  Hill  thou  art  to-day 


As  yefterday  the  fame, 
Prefent  to  heal,  in  me  difplay 

The  virtue  of  thy  name. 
If  ftill  thou  goeft  about  to  do 

Thy  needy  creatures  good, 
On  me,  that  I  thy  praife  may  mow, 

Be  all  thy  wonders  fhow'd. 
Now,  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  call, 

Thy  miracles  repeat  ; 
With  pitying  eyes  behold  me  fall 

A  leper  at  thy  feet. 

Loathfome,  and  foulA  and  felf-abhorr'd, 

I  fink  beneath  my  lin  ; 
But  if  thou  wilt,  a  gracious  word 

Of  thine  can  make  me  clean. 

Thou  feefl  me  deaf  to  thy  commands, 

Open,  O  Lord,  my  ear : 
Bid  me  flretch  out  my  wither' d  hands, 

And  lift  them  up  in  pray'r. 
Silent  (alas!   thou  know'it  how  long) 

My  voice  I  cannot  raife  ; 
But  O  !  when  thou  fhalt  loofe  my  tongue ^ 

The  dumb  fhall  fing  thy  praife. 
Lame  at  the  pool  I  itill  am  found  : 

Give  and  my  flrength  employ  ; 
Light  as  a  hart  I  then  fhall  bound, 

The  lame  fhall  leap  for  joy. 
Blind  from  my  birth  to  guilt  and  thee^ 

And  dark  I  am  wiihii) ; 


30  PENITENTIAL. 

The  love  of  God  I  cannot  fee, 
The  finfuinefs  of  fin. 

9  But  thou,  they  fay  art  pafiing  by, 

O  let  me  find  thee  near ; 
Jefus,  in  mercy,  hear  my  cry, 
Thou  Son  of  David,  hear. 

10  Long  have  I  waited  in  the  way 

For  thee  the  heav'nly  light ; 
Command  me  to  be  brought,  and  fay. 
Sinner,  receive  thy  fight. 

HYMN     XXV.     Foundery. 

1  TESU,  lover  of  my  foul, 
J     Let  me  to  thy  bofom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  temped  ftill  is  high ; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  ftorm  of  life  is  paft ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

O  receive  my  foul  at  laft  ! 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helplefs  foul  on  thee ; 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  fupport  and  comfort  me  ! 
All  my  truit  on  thee  is  ftay'd, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring, 
Cover  my  defencelefs  head 

With  the  fhadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Chrifi,  art  all  I  want, 

More  than  all  in  thee  I  find  ; 
Raif-  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 
Heal  the  fick,  and  lead  the  blind t. 


PENITENTIAL,  3I 

Juft  and  holy  is  thy  name  ; 

I  am  all  unrightecufnefs  ; 
Falfe  and  full  of  fin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  fin  : 
.Let  the  healing  ftreams  abound  : 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within* 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee ; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rife  to  all  eternity. 

HYMN     XXVI.     Chapel 

OLOVE  divine,  how  fweet  thou  arU- 
When  mall  I  find  my  willing  heart 
All  taken  up  by  thee  ? 
I  thirft,   I  faint,   I  die  to  prove 
The  greatnefs  of  redeeming  love, 
The  love  of  Chriit  to  me  ! 

'Stronger  his  love  than  death  or  hell  t 
Its  riches  are  unfearchable  : 

The  firft  born  fons  of  light 
Defire  in  vain  its  depths  to  fee  ; 
They  cannot  reach  the  myitery, 

The  length,  the  breadth,  and  height. 

God  only  knows  the  love  of  God : 
O  that  it  now  were  fhed  abroad 

In  this  poor  ftony  heart ! 
For  love  I  figh,  for  love  I  pine  ; 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine  1 

Be  mine  this  better  parti 


i 


I  PENITENTIAL. 

O  that  I  could  for  ever  fit 
With  Mary-  at  the  Matter's  feet  i 

Be  this  my  happy  choice  : 
My  only  care,   delight,  and  blifs, 
My  joy,  my  heav'n  on  earth  be  this, 

To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice  ! 

O  that  I  could,  with  favour* d  John* 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemers  breail  ! 
From  car    and  fin,  and  forrow  freei 
Give  me,   O  Lord,  to  find  in  thee 

My  everlalling  reft  ! 

HYMN     XXVII.     S.  M. 

AH  !   whither  mall  I  go, 
Burden'd,  and  fick  and  faint  ? 
To  whom  fhould  I  my  trouble  mow, 
And  pour  out  my  complaint ! 
My  Saviour  bids  me  come, 
Ah  !   why  do  I  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  weary  finner  home, 
And  yet  from  him  I  ftay. 

What  is  it  keeps  me  back, 
From  which  I  cannot  part  ? 
Which  will  not  let  my  Saviour  take- 
PofTefiion  of  my  heart  ? 
Some  curfed  thing  unknown 
Mutt,  furely  lurk  within  ; 
Some  idol,  which  I  will  not  own, 
Some  fecret,  bofom  fin. 

Jefu,  the  hindrance  mow, 
Which  I  have  fear'd  to  fee ;.. 


PENITENTIAL.  33 

Yet  let  me  now  confent  to  know 
What  keeps  me  out  of  thee. 
Searcher  of  hearts,  in  mine 
Thy  trying  pow'r  difplay  : 
Into  its  darkefl  corners  mine, 
And  take  the  veil  away. 
I  now  believe,  in  thee 
Compaflion  reigns  alone : 
According  to  my  faith,  to  me 
O  let  it,   Lord,  be  done  ! 
In  me  is  all  the  bar, 

Which  thou  wouldft  fain  remove ; 
Remove  it,  and  I  fhall  declare 
That  God  is  only  love. 

HYMN    XXVIII.     iiia  Pfalm. 

FATHER    of  Jefus  Chriit  the  juft, 
My  Friend  and  Advocate  with  thee? 
Pity  a  foul  that  fain  would  truit 

In  him  who  liv'd  and  dy'd  for  me ; 
But  only  thou  can'ft  make  him  known 
And  In  my  heart  reveal  thy  Son. 
If,   drawn  by  thine  alluring  grace, 

My  want  of  living  faith  I  feel, 
Show  me  in  Chrift  thy  fmiling  face, 

What  flefh  and  blood  can  ne'er  reveal ; 
Thy  co-eternal  Son  difplay, 
And  call  my  darknefs  into  day. 
The  gift  unfpeakable  impart : 

Command  the  light  of  faith  to  mine : 
To  fhine  in  my  dark  drooping  heart, 

And  iill  me  with  th<r  life  divine; 
Now  bid  the  new  creation  be  ! 
O  God,  let  there  be  faith  in  me, 


34  PENITENTIAL, 

HYMN    XXIX.     Paffio** 


o 


JESUS  my  hope, 

For  me  offer'd  up, 

Who  with  clamour  purfu'd  thee  to  Calvary's  top'; 

The  blood  thou  haft  fhed, 

For  me  let  it  plead, 

And  declare  thou  haft  dy'd  in  thy  murderer'sftead. 

2  Now,    now  let  me  know 
Its  virtue  below ; 

Let  it  wafh  me,  and  I  mall  be  whiter  than  (how. 

Let  it  hallow  my  heart, 

And  throughly  convert, 
And  make  me,  O  Lord,  in  the  world  as  thou  art. 

3  Each  moment  apply'd, 
My  weaknefs  to  hide, 

Thy  blood  be  upon  me,  and  always  abide : 

My  advocate  prove 

With  the  Father  above, 
And  fpeak  me  at  laft  to  the  throne  of  thy  love.- 

HYMN     XXX.      Shepherd  of  Ifrael 

I  f^i  OME,  holy  celeftial  Dove, 
V_y  To  viiit  a  forrowful  breaft, 
My  burden  of  guilt  to  remove, 

And  bring  me  afiurance  and  reft  : 
Thou  only  haft  power  to  relieve 

A  fnner  o'erwhelm'd  with  his  load : 
The  ierife  of  acceptance  to  give, 

And  fprinkle  his  heart  with  thy  blood. 


PENITENTIAL*  $j 

With  me  if  of  old  thou  haft  ft  rove, 

And  ftrangely  withheld  from  my  fin,' 
And  try'd,  by  the  lure  of  thy  love, 

My  worthlefs  affections  to  win  ; 
The  work  of  thy  mercy  revive  : 

Thy  uttermoft  mercy  exert ; 
And  kindly  continue  to  ftrive, 

And  hold  till  I  yield  thee  hiy  heart* 
Thy  call,  if  I  ever  have  known, 

And  figh'd  from  myfelf  to  get  free, 
And  groan'd  the  unfpeakabk  groan, 

And  long'd  to  be  happy  in  thee; 
Fulfil  the  imperfect  defire, 

Thy  peace  to  my  conference  reveal* 
The  fenfe  of  thy  favour  infpire, 

And  give  me  my  pardon  to  feel. 
If  when  I  had  put  thee  to  grief, 

And  madly  to  folly  return'd, 
Thy  pity  hath  been  my  relief, 

And  lifted  me  up  as  I  moaned ; 
Moft  pityful  Spirit  of  grace, 

Relieve  me  again  and  reftore : 
My  fpirit  in  holinefs  raife, 

To  fall  and  to  fuffer  no  more. 
If  now  I  lament  after  God, 

i\nd  gafp  for  a  drop  of  thy  love; 
If  Jefus  hath  bought  thee  with  blood, 

For  me  to  receive  from  above ; 
Come,  heavenly  Comforter,  come, 

True  witnefs  of  mercy  divine, 
And  make  me  thy  permanent  home, 

And  feal  me  eternally  thine! 
D 


3$  PENITENTIAL. 

HYMN    XXXI.     L.  M. 

i    QTAY,  thou  infulted  Spirit,  flay, 
l^    Tho'  I  have  done  thee  fuch  defpite  \- 
Nor  caft  the  firmer  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlafting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  moft  unfaithful  been, 
Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  receiv'd, 
Ten  thoufand  times  thy  goodnefs  feen, 
Ten  thoufand  times  thy  goodnefs  griev'd. 

5"  Yet,    O  !   the  chief  of  finners  fpare, 
In  honour  of  my  great  High-Prieft, 
Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  fwear 

T*  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  reft, 

4.  If  yet  thou  canft  my  fins  forgive, 

From  now,  O  Lord,  relieve  my  woes; 
Into  thy  reft  of  love  receive, 

And  blefs  me  with  the  calm  repofe. 

5   From  now  my  weary  foul  releafe, 

Up  raife  me  with  thy  gracious  hand, 
And  guide  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 

HYMN     XXXII.     Cary's. 

I   TXTEARY  of  wand'ring  from  my  Godr 
V  V      And  now  made  willing  to  return, 
I  hear  and  bow  me  to  the  rod : 

For  thee,   not  without  hope,   I  mourn  ;, 
1  have  an  Advocate  above, 
A  friend  before  the  throne  of  love. 


PENITENTIAL.  33 

2  O  Jefus,  full  of  truth  and  grace ; 

More  full  of  grace  than  I  of  fin, 
Yet  once  again  I  feek  thy  face, 

Open  thine  arms,  and  take  me  in  ; 
And  freely  my  backilidings  heal, 
And  love  the  faithlefs  iinner  ftill. 

3  Thou  know'ft  the  way  to  bring  me  back, 

My  fallen  fpirit  to  reftore  ; 
O  for  thy  truth  and  mercy's  fake, 

Forgive,  and  bid  me  fin  no  more ! 
The  ruins  of  my  foul  repair, 
And  make  my  heart  a  houfe  of  pray'r* 

£  Ah!   give  me,   Lord,  the  tender  heart? 

That  trembles  at  th'  approach  of  fin  ; 
A  godly  fear  of  fin  impart ; 

Impart  and  root  it  deep  within  ! 
That  I  may  dread  thy  gracious  pow'r, 
And  never  dare  t'  offend  thee  more. 

HYMN     XXXIII.     Hamilton, 

a    r  |  -1  O  the  haven  of  thy  breaft, 

I       G  Son  of  man,  I  fly, 
Be  my  refuge  and  my  reft, 

For  O  the  ftorm  is  high  S 
Save  me  from  the  furious  blaft, 

A  covert  from  the  tempeft  be:; 
Hide  me,  Jefus,  till  o'erpaft 

The  ftorm  of  fin  I  fee. 

2  Welcome  as  the  water  fpring 
To  a  dry  ban-en  place  ; 
O  ck'fcend  on  me  and  bring 
The  fweet  refreshing  grace ; 


33  PENITENTIAL., 

O'er  a  parch'd  and  weary  land 

As  a  great  rock  extends  its  (hade^ 

Hide  me,   Saviour,  with  thine  hand^ 
And  fcreen  my  naked  head. 

3  In  the  time  of  my  diftrefs 

Thou  haft  my  fuccour  been  ^ 
In  my  utter  helpleffnefs 

Reftraining  me  from  fin  : 
O  how  fwiftiy  didft  thou  move 

To  fave  me  in  the  trying  hoar  I"' 
Still  protect  me  with  thy  love, 

And  fhield  me  with  thy  pow'r^ 

4  Firft  and  laft,  in  me  perform 

The  work  thou  haft  begun  ; 
Be  my  (helter  from  the  ftorm, 

My  fhadow.from  the  fun  : 
Let  me  hang  upon  my  God, 

Till  I  thy  perfect  glory  fee, 
Till  the  fprinkling  of  thy  blood 

Shall  fpeak  me  up  to  thee. 

HYMN    XXXIV.     L.  M. 
THOU  that  hear'ft  when  fmners  cry^ 
Tho'  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  me  npt  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book.. 

3  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  lin  ;. 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  prefehce  from  my  heart. 

3   I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 
Caft  out  and  banif?i'd  from  thy  light ; 


PENITENTIAL.  39 

Thy  faving  ftrength,  O  Lord,  reftore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

t  Tho'  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spi  it,  Lord, 
His  help  and  comfort  itill  afford: 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  tnrcne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

j  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  duft, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  jufl  ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  fave  the  foul  condemned  to  die. 

5  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways^ 
Sinners  fhall  learn  thy  fov'reign  grace  ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  fhall  praife  a  pard'ning  God* 

I   O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue, 
Salvation  fhall  be  all  my  fong ; 
And  all  my  powers  fhall  join  to  blefs 
The  Lord  my  ftrength  and  righteoufaefs, 

HYMN    XXXV.     C.  M. 
[    (f~\  THAT  I  could  my  Lord  receive, 

\J    Who  did  the  world  redeem  ; 
Who  gave  his  life,  that  I  might  live 
A  life  conceal' d  in  him. 

1  O  that  I  could  the  bleffing  prove, 
My  heart's  extreme  defire  ; 
Live  happy  in  my  Saviour's  love, 
And  in  his  arms  expire. 

]  Mercy  I  afk  to  feal  my  peace, 
That,  kept  by  mercy's  Dower, 
'  D  2 


40  PENITENTIAL,. 

I  may  from  ev'ry  evil  ceafe, 
And  never  grieve  thee  more  I , 

4  Now,  if  thy  gracious  will  it  be, 

Ev'n  ncvv  my  fins  remove, 
And  fet  my  foul  at  liberty, 
By  thy  victorious  love. 

5  In  anfvver  to  ten  thoufand  pray'rs. 

Thou  pard'ning  God,  dcfcend  ; 
Number  me  with  lalvation's  heirs» 
My  fins  and  troubles  end.  t 

6  Nothing  I  afk,  or  want  befide, 

Of  all  in  earth  or  heaven  ; 
But  let  me  feel  thy  blood  apply'd, 
And  live  and  die  forgiv'n. 

H  Y  M  N     XXXVI.      Founder^. 

ROOPING  foul,  fhake  off  thy  fears 
Fearful  foul,  be  ilrong,  be  bold  ; 
Tarry  till  the  Lord  appears, 

Never,  never  quit  thy  hold  : 
Murmur  not  at  his  delay, 

Dare  not  fet  thy  God  a  time, 
Calmly  for  his  coming  day, 
Leave  it,  leave  it  all  to  him. 

Fainting  foul,  be  bold,  be  (bong, 

Wait  the  leifure  of  thy  Lord  ; 
Though  it  feera  to  tarry  long, 

True  and  faithful  is  his  word ! 
On  his  word  my  foul  1  call, 

(He  cannot  himfelf  den}  ) 
Sur-ly  it  ihall  fpeak  at  lait  * 

It  ihall  fpeak,  and  (hail  not  Uq%. 


PENITENTIAL. 

Ev'ry  one  that  feeks  (hall  find : 

Ev'ry  one  that  afks  fhall  have  :. 
Chrfft,  the  Saviour  of  mankind, 

Willing,  able  all  to  fave  : 
I  fhall  his  falvation  fee, 

I  in  faith  on  jefus  call, 
I  from  fin  fhall  be  fet  free, 

Perfe&ly  fet  free  from  all. 

Lord,  my  time  is  in  thine  hand, 

Weak  and  helplefs  as  I  am, 
Surely  thou  canil  make  me  itand  ; 

I  believe  in  Jefu's  name  : 
Saviour,  in  temptation  thou, 

Thou  haft  fav'd  me  heretofore, 
Thou  from  fin  dofl  fave  me  now  » 

Thou  fhalt  fave  me  evermore,, 

H  Y  M  N    XXXVII.     C.  M,_ 


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/  HY   mould  the  children  of  a  king 


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Go  mourning  all  their  day 


Great  comforter  defcend,  and  bring 
The  tokens  of  thy  grace  ! 

2  Dofl  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  faints, 

And  feal  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ! 
When  wilt  thou  banifa  my  complaints, 
And  fhew  my  fins  forpiv'n  ? 

3  Allure  my  confcience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  thy  witnefs  with  my  heart, 
Tihat  I  am  born  of  God. 


42  PENITENTIAL.. 

4  Thou  art  the  earneft  of  his  love, 
The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
May  thy  bleft  wings,  celeftial  dove, 
Safely  convey  me  home. 

HYMN    XXXVIII.    C.  M. 

1  "IV /FY  drowfy  pow'rs,  why  fleep  ye  fo j 
Jl.VX    Awake,  my  fluggifh  foul ! 
Nothing  hath  half  thy  work  to  do  ; 

Yet  nothing's  half  fo  dull. 

2  Go  to  the  ants  :  for  one  poor  grain 

See  how  they  toil  and  ftrive  ; 
Yet  we  who  have  a  heav'n  t'  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 

3  We  for  whofe  fake  all  nature  ftands, 

And  ftars  their  courfes  move  : 
We  for  whofe  guards  the  angel-bauds 
Come  flying  from  above. 

4  We  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 

And  labour'd  for  our  good, 
How  carelefs  to  fecure  that  crown 
He  purchas'd  wi»  his  blood  ! 

5  Lord  fhall  we  live  fo  fluggifh  ftill, 

And  never  act  our  parts"? 
Come,  Holy  dove  from  th'  heav'nly  hill, 
And  warm  our  frozen  hearts. 

6  Give  us  with  active  warmth  to  move, 

With  viV'rous  fouls  to  rife, 
With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love^ 
To  By  and  take  the  prize,. 


PETITION.  43 

PETITION. 
H  Y  M  N     XXXIX.     Arne. 

1  TJAPPY    foul,  that  free  from  harm?,, 
JLjL    Rerts  within  his  Shepherd's  arms  I 
Who  his  quiet  (hall  mokft  ? 

Who  {hall  violate  his  reit  ? 

Jefus  doth  his  fpirit  bear, 

Jefus  takes  his  ev'ry  care  ; 

He  who  found  the  wand'ring  meeps 

Jefus  ftill  delights  to  keep. 

2  O  that  I  might  fo  believe, 
Steadfaftly  to  Jefus  cleave  ; 
On  his  only  love  rely, 
Smile  at  the  deflroyer  nigh  ; 
Free  from  hn  and  fervile  fears 
Have  my  Jefus  ever  near ; 
All  his  care  rejoice  to  prove ; 
All  his  paradife  of  love. 

$  Jefus,  feek  thy  wand'ring  fneep, 
Bring  me  back,  and  lead,  and  keep  j 
Take  on  thee  my  ev'ry  care  ; 
Bear  me,  on  thy  bofom  bear ; 
Let  me  know  my  Shepherd's  voice^ 
More  and  more  in  thee  rejoice  ; 
More  and  more  of  thee  receive, 
Ever  in  thy  Spirit  live  : 

j.  Live,  till  all  thy  life  I  know, 
Perfect  through  my  Lord  be^ow ; 
Gey  then  from  earth  remove, 
Gathtr'd  to  the  fold  above  : 


44  PETITION. 

O  that  I  at  laft  may  (land 
With  the  fheep  at  thy  right  hand  j 
Take  the  crown  fo  freely  giv'n  : 
Enter  in  by  thee  to  heaven. 

HYMN     XL.     Amjlerdam.. 

1  T\  /T  A  K  E  R,    Saviour  of  mankind, 
JlVx   Who  haft  on  me  bettow'd 

An  immortal  foul,  defign'd 
To  be  the  houfe  of  God : 

Come,  and  now  refide  in  me, 
Never,  never  to  remove, 

Make  me  juft,  and  good,  like  thee, 
And  full  of  pow'r  and  love. 

2  Bid  me  in  thy  image  rife, 

\  faint,  a  creature  new ; 
True,  and  merciful,  and  wife, 

And  pure,  and  happy  too. 
This  thy  primitive  defign, 

That  I  mould  in  thee  be  bleft  ; 
Should  within  thy  arms  divine 

For  ever,  ever  reft. 

3  Let  thy  will  in  me  be  done  j 

Fulfil  my  heart's  defire, 
Thee  to  know,  and  love  alone. 
And  rife  in  raptures  higher  : 
Thee  defeending  on  a  cloud 

When  with  ravifh'd  eyes  I  fee  : 
Then  (hall  I  be  fill'd  with  God- 
To  all  eternity  ! 


PETITION. 

HYMN     XLI.     Hamilton. 

GOD  of  my  falvation  hear, 
And  help  me  to  believe; 
Simply  do  I  now  draw  near, 
Thy  ble fling  to  receive  i 
•  Full  of  guilt,   alas  !    I  am, 
But  to  thy  wounds  for  refuge  flee : 
Friend  of  iinners,  fpotlefs  Lamb? 

Thy  blood  was  fhed  for  me. 
Standing  now  as  newly  flain, 

To  thee  I  lift  mine  eye, 
Balm  of  all  my  grief  and  pain3. 

Thy  blood  is  always  nigh  : 
Now  as  yefterday,  the  fame 
Thou  art,  and  wilt  for  ever  be  : 
Friend  of  iinners,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  ihed  for  me» 
Nothing  have  I,   Lord,  to  pay, 

Nor  can  thy  grace  procure  ; 
Empty  fend  me  not  away, 

For  I,  thou  know'ft,  am  poor  f 
Dud  and  afhes  is  my  name, 
My  all  is  fin  and  mifery : 

Friend  of  finners,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  fhed  for  me. 
No  good  word,  or  work,  or  thought^. 

Bring  I  to  buy  thy  grace ; 
Pardon  I  accept  unbought, 
Thy  proffer  I  embrace  ; 
Coming,  as  at  firft  I  came, 
To  take,  and  not  beftow  on  thee ; 
Friend  of  finners,  fpotlel     Lamb,, 
Thy  blood  was  fhed  for  im, 


46  PETITION, 

5        Saviour,  from  thy  wounded  fide' 
I  never  will  depart, 
Here  will  I  my  fpirit  hide, 

When  I  am  pure  in  heart : 
Till  my  place  above  I  claim, 
This  only  mail  be  all  my  plea, 

Friend  of  finners,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 
Thy  blood  was  fhed  for  me* 
HYMN     XLII.     Chapel. 

1  /^iOME,   Lord,  and  help  me  to  rejoice,. 
\^y    In  hope  that  I  fhall  hear  thy  voice, 

Shall  one  day  fee  my  God  ; 
Shall  ceafe  from  all  my  fin  and  ftrife, 
Handle  and  tafle  the  word  of  life, 

And  feel  the  fprinkled  blood. 

2  I  (hall  not  always  make  my  moan, 
Nor  wormip  thee  a  God  unknown, 

But  I  fhall  live  to  prove 
Thy  people's  reft  and  faints'  delight, 
The  length,  and  breadth,  and  depth,  and  height?; 

Of  thy  redeeming  love. 

3  Rejoicing  now  in  earned  hope, 
I  ftand,  and  from  the  mountain-top 

See  all  the  land  below : 
Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rife, 
And  all  the  fruit  of  paradife     , 

In  endlefs  plenty  grow  : 
5   A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
Favour'd  with  God's  peculiar  fmile, 

With  ev'ry  bleffing  bleft  ; 
There  dwells  the  Lord,  our  righteoufnef^: 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace. 

And  everlaftino-  reft. 


PETITION..  47 

O  that  I  might  at  once  go  up, 
No  more  on  this  il«de  Jordan  flop, 

But  now  the  land  poflefs  ; 
This  moment  end  my  legal  years, 
Sorrows,  and  fins,  and  doubts,  and  fears, 

An  howling  wildernefs  ! 

Now,  O  my  Jofnua,  bring  me  in, 
Call  out  thy  foes,  the  inbred  fin, 

The  carnal  mind  remove  ; 
The  purchafe  of  thy  death  divide, 
And  O,  with  all  the  fan&ify'd, 

Give  me  a  lot  of  love  ! 

HYMN     XLIII.     Brcckmer*- 

O  D  of  all  grace  and  majefty, 

JH    Supremely  great  and  good, 
If  I  have  mercy  found  with  thee, 

Through  the  atoning  blood  ; 
The  guard  of  all  thy  mercies  give 

And  to  my  pardon  join 
A  fear,  left  I  fiiould  ever  grievfc 

Thy  gracious  Spir't  divine. 

If  mercy  is  indeed  with  thee, 

May  I  obedient  prove, 
Nor  e'er  abufe  my  liberty, 

Or  fm  again  ft  thy  love  : 
This  choiceft  fruit  of  faith  beflotfr 

On  a  poor  fofourner  ; 
And  let  me  pf;fs  my  days  below>     • 

In  humblensfs  and  fear* 
E 


48  PETITION. 

3   Still  may  I  walk  as  in  thy  fightr 

My  ftrift  obferver  fee  ; 
And  thou  by  rev'rent  love  unite 

My  child  like  heart  to  thee : 
Still  let  me,  till  my  days  are  paft, 

At  Jefu's  feet  abide  ; 
So  fhall  he  lift  me  up  at  laft, 

And  feat  me  by  his  fide. 

HYMN    XLIV.     C.  M. 

i    "      WANT  a  principle  within 
X    Of  jealous  godly  fear, 
A  fenfibility  of  fin, 
A  pain  to  feel  it  near. 

2  That  I  from  thee  no  more  may  par£. 

No  more  thy  goodnefs  grieve, 
The  filial  awe,  the  flefhly  heart, 
The  tender  confcience  give. 

3  Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 

(D  God,  my  confcience  make, 
Awake  my  foul  when  fin  is  nigh, 
And  keep  it  ftill  awake. 

4  If  to  the  right  or  left  I  ftray, 

That  moment,  Lord,  reprove  r 
And  let  me  weep  my  life  away, 
For  having  griev'd  thy  love. 

5  O  may  the  lea  ft  o million  pain 

My  well-in  ft  ructed  foul, 
And  drive  me  to  the  blood  again, 
Which  makes  the  wounded  whole. 


PETITION.  49 

HYMN     XLV.     Norwich* 

MY  God,  ray  life,  my  love, 
To  thee,  to  thee  i' call  5 
I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

Thy  mining  grace  can  cheer 

This  dungeon  where  I  dwell ; 
3Tis  paradife  when  thou  art  here, 

If  thou  depart  'tis  hell. 

The  fmilings  of  thy  face 

How  amiable  they  are ! 
Tis  heaven  to  reft  in  thine  embrace^ 

And  no  where  elfe  but  there. 

To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  blifs ; 
They  fit  around  thy  gracious  throne^ 

And  dwell  where  Jefus  is. 

Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heav'nly  place ; 
If  God  his  refidence  remove, 

Or  but  conceal  his  face. 

Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  fky, 

Can  one  delight  afford  ; 
No,  not  one  drop  of  real  joy, 

Without  thy  prefence,  Lord, 

Thou  art  the  fea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleafures  roll ; 
The  circle  where  my  paflions  move, 

And  centre  of  my  foul. 


50  PETITION. 

1  To  thee  my  fpirits  fly 

With  infinite  defire : 
And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie  I 
Dear  Jefus,  raife  me  higher. 

H  Y  M  N     XLVI. 

.1     TESUS,  come,  thou  hope  of  glory, 
J     Purify  me,  that  I 
May  with  faints  adore  thee. 

2  Big  with  earned  expectation, 

Still  I  lit  at  thy  feet, 
Longing-  for  falvation. 

3  My  poor  heart  vouchfafe  to  dwell  in, 

Make  me  thine,  Love  divine, 
By  thy  Spirit's  fealing, 
4.  Thou  haft  laid  the  fure  foundation 
Of  my  hope,  build  me  up ; 
Finifli  thy  creation. 

5  From  this  inbred  fin  deliver : 

Let  the  yoke  now  be  broke, 
Make  me  thine  for  ever. 

6  Partner  of  thy  peri t ft  nature, 

Let  me  be,  now  in  thee, 
A  new  fpotlefs  creature. 

7  Perfe£l  when  I  walk  before  thee, 

Soon  or  late,  then  tranflate 
To  the  realms  of  glory. 


I 


HYMN    XLVII.     L.  M. 

Thirit,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God, 
To  warn  me  in  thy  cleanfing  blood  ; 
To  dwell  within  thy'wounds  ;  then  pain 
Is  fweet,  and  life  or  death  is  gaim 


PETITION*  51 

Take  my  poor  heart,  and  let  it  be 
for  ever  clos'd  to  all  but  thee  ! 
Seal  thou  my  breaft,  and  let  me  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  for  ever  there. 

How  bleft  are  they  who  ft  ill  abide 
Clofe  fhelter'd  in  thy  bleeding  fide  ! 
Who  life  and  ftrength  from  thence  derive. 
And  by  thee  move,  and  in  thee  live. 

4  What  are  our  works  but  fin  and  death, 
Till  thou  thy  quick'ning  Spirit  breathe : 
Thou  giv'ft  the  pow'r  thy  grace  to  move, 
O  wond'rous  grace !   O  boundlefs  love ! 

5  How  can  it  be,  thou  heav'nly  King, 
That  thou  fhould'ft  us  to  glory  bring ; 
Make  flaves  the  partners  of  thy  throne, 
DeckM  with  a  never-fading  crown  ? 

6  Hence  our  hearts  melt,  our  eyes  o'erflow* 
Our  words  are  loft,  nor  will  we  know, 
Nor  will  we  think  of  aught  befide, 

u  My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucify'd." 

Ah  !  Lord,  enlarge  our  fcanty  thought, 
To  know  the  wonders  thou  haft  wrought ; 
Unloofe  our  ftamm'ring  tongues  to  tell 
Thy  love  immenfe,  unfearchable  ! 

$  Firft  born  of  many  brethren  thou, 
To  thee,  lo  !  all  our  fouls  we  bow ; 
To  thee  our  hearts  and  hands  we  give  ', 
Thins  may  we  die.  thine  may  we  live-* 
E  2 


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PETITION. 

HYMN      XLVIII.      Irene, 
AVIOUR!   the  world's  and  mine, 


Was  ever  grief  like  thine  ? 
Thou  my  pain,  my  curfe  halt  took, 

All  my  fins  were  laid  on  thee  ; 
Help  me,   Lord,  to  thee  I  look  ; 

Draw  me,  Saviour,  after  thee. 

U  To  love  is  all  my  wi(h, 
I  only  live  for  tjiis, 
Grant  me,  Lord,  my  heart's  defire, 
There  by  faith  for  e'er  to  dwell  : 
This  I  always  will  require, 
Thee,  and  only  thee  to  feel. 

^  Thy  pow'r  I  pant  to  prove, 

Rooted  and  fix'd  in  love  : 
Strengthcn'd  by  thy  Spirit's  might, 

Wife  to  fathom  things  divine, 
What  the  length,  and  breadth,  and  height, 

What  the  depth  of  love  like  thine. 

4  Ah  !   give  me  this  to  know, 

With  all  thy  faints  below ; 
Swells  my  foul  to  compafs  thee  ; 

Gafps  in  thee  to  live  and  move ; 
Fill'd  with  all  the  Deity, 

All  immeis'd  and  loll  in  love  ! 

HYMN    XLIX.     C.  M. 

*     TESUS,  thou  all-redeemirj 
Jl     Thy  bleiling  we  implore, 
Open  the  door  to  preach  thy  word, 
The  great,  effectual  door.. 


PETITION- 


53 


Gather  the  outcafts  in,  and  fave 
From  fin  and  Satan's  pow'r  ! 

And  let  them  now  acceptance  have* 
And  know  their  gracious  hour. 

5  Lover  of  fouls,  thou  know'ft  to  priz* 

What  thou  haft  bought  fo  dear: 
Come  then,  and  in  thy  people's  eyeg, 
With  all  thy  wounds  appear ! 

L  Appear,  as  when  of  old  confeft 
The  fuff'ring  Son  of  God  ; 
And  let  them  fee  thee  in  thy  veil 
But  newly  dipt  in  blood. 

5:  The  ftony  from  their  hearts  removej 
Thou,  who  for  all  haft  dy'd  ; 
Shew  them  the  tokens  of  thy  love, 
Thy  feet,  thy  hands,  thy  fide  ! 

6  Thy  feet  were  nail'd  to  yonder  tree, 
To  trample  down  their  fin  : 

Thy  hands  they  all  ftretch'd  out  may  fee, 
To  take  thy  murderers  in. 

7  Thy  fide  an  open  fountain  is* 
Where  all  may  freely  go, 

And  drink  the  living  ftreams  of  blifs, 
And  wafh  them  white  as  inow. 

8  Ready  thou  art  the  blood  to  apply? 
And  prove  the  record  true  ; 

And  a,ll  thy  wounds  to  finners  cry, 
"  I  fuiTer'd  this  for  you  1" 


54  PETITION. 

HYMN    L.    CM. 

1  /^  God  !  our  help  in  ages  paft, 
\_J  Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  fhelter  from  the  ftormy  blaft, 

And  our  eternal  home. 

2  Under  the  fhadow  of  thy  throne 

Still  may  we  dwell  fecure ; 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  fure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  flood; 

Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 
From  everlafting  thou  art  God, 
To  endlefs  years  the  fame. 

4  A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  fight 

Are  like  an  ev'ning  gone ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rifing  fun. 

5  The  bufy  tribes  of  flefh  and  blood, 

With  all  their  cares  and  fears, 
Are  carried  downward  by  the  flood, 
And  loll  in  following  years. 

6  Time  like  an  ever-rolling  ftream, 

Bears  all  its  fons  away ; 
They  fly  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 

•y  O  God  !  our  help  in  ages  pad. 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come  : 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  life  (hall  laft,- 
And  our  perpetual  home. 


Vv   Oi 


PETITION.  J5 

HYMN     LI.     New-year's  day* 

OME  let  us  anew 
ur  journey  purfue, 
Roll  round  with  the  year, 
Vnd  never  ftand  Hill  till  the  mailer  appear,! 
His  adorable  will 
Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 
And  our  talents  improve 
3y  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labour  of  love, 

2  Our  life  as  a  dream, 
Our  time  as  a  ftream 

Glides  fwiftly  away, 
A.nd  the  fugitive  moment  refufea  to  ftay^ 
The  arrow  is  flown, 
The  moment  is  gone  ; 
The  millenial  year 
Rulhes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  her%, 

3  O  that  each  in  the  day 
Of  his  coming  may  fay, 

"  I  have  fought  my  way  through, 
I  have  finifh'd  the  work  thou  didft  give  me  to  do.'^ 
O  that  each  from  his  Lord 
May  receive  the  glad  word, 
"  Well  and  faithfully  done  ! 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and  fit  down  on  my  throne.''1 

HYMN    LII.     23;/  Pfahn. 

LE  A  D  E  R  of  faithful  fouls,  and"  guide » 
Of  all  that  travel  to  the  flcrjj 
Come  and  with  us,  ev'n  us  at^ide, 
Who  would  on  thee  alone  rely  ; 
On  thee  alone  our  fpirits  ftay, 
While  held  in  life's  uneven  way* 


50  PETITION. 

3  Strangers  and  pilgrims  here  below, 

This  earth  we  know  is  not  our  place, 
And  haften  through  the  vale  of  woe, 

And  refllefs  to  behold  thy  face, 
Swift  to  our  heavenly  country  move, 
Our  everlaiting  home  above. 

3  We've  no  abiding  city  here, 

But  feek  a  city  out  of  fight ; 
Thither  our  fteady  courfe  we  fleer, 

Afpiring  to  the  plains  of  light, 
Jerufalem,    the  faints'  abode, 
Whofe  founder  is  the  living  God. 

4  Patient  th*  appointed  race  to  run, 

This  weary  world  we  caft  behind, 
From  ftrength  to  ftrength  we  travel  on* 

The  new  Jerufalem  to  find  : 
Our  labour  this,  our  only  aim, 
To  find  the  new  Jerufalem. 

5  Thro*  thee,  who  all  our  fins  haft  borne, 

Freely  and  gracioufly  forgiv'n, 
With  fongs  to  Zion  we  return, 

Contending  for  our  native  heav'n  ^ 
That  palace  of  our  glorious  King, 
We  find  it  nearer  while  we  fing. 

6  Rais'd  by  the  breath  of  love  divine, 

We  urge  our  way  with  ftrength  renew'd  't 
The  church  of  the  firft-born  to  join, 

To  travel  to  the  mount    of  God  ; 
With  joy  upon  our  heads  to  rife, 
And  meet  our  Saviour  in  the  ikies. 


PETITION. 

HYMN    L1II.     Kingswood. 

SON  of  God,  if  thy  free  grace 
Again  hath  rais'd  me  up, 
CalPd  me  ftill  to  feek  thy  face, 

And  giv'n  me  back  my  hope ; 
Still  thy  timely  help  afford, 

And  all  thy  loving  kindnefs  {how": 
Keep  me,  keep  me,  gracious  Lord, 

And  never  let  me  go. 
By  me,  O  my  Saviour,  (land 

In  fore  temptation's  hour ! 
Save  me  with  thine  out-ftretch'd  hand, 

And  fhew  forth  all  thy  pow'r : 
O  be  mindful  of  thy  word, 

Thy  all  fufficient  grace  beftow  : 
Keep  me,  keep  me,  gracious  Lord, . 

And  never  let  me  go. 
Give  me,  Lord,  a  holy  fear, 

And  fix  it  in  my  heart, 
That  I  may  from  evil  near, 

With  fpeedy  care  depart : 
Sin  be  more  than  hell  abhorr'd, 

Till  thou  deftroy  the  tyrant  foe  5 
Keep  me,  keep  me,  gracious  Lord, 

And  never  let  me  go. 
Never  let  me  leave  thy  breaft, 

From  thee,  my  Saviour,  ftray ; 
Thou  art  my  fupport  and  reft, 

My  true  and  living  way  : 
My  exceeding  great  reward, 

In  heav'n  above,  and  earth  below  : 
Keep  me,  keep  me,  gracious  Lord, 

And  never  let  me  go, 


57 


58  PETITION. 

HYMN    LIV.     KingswooZ. 

1  "        O  RD  !   and  is  thine  anger  gone  I 

I   J   And  art  thou  pacify'd  ? 
After  all  that  I  have  done, 

Doft  thou  no  longer  chide  ? 
Infinite  thy  mercies  are  ; 

Beneath  the  weight  I  cannot  move  1 
O  'tis  more  than  I  can  bear, 

The  fenfe  of  pard'ning  love  J 

2  Let  it  dill  my  heart  conltrain, 

And  all  my  pafiions  fway  ; 
Keep  me  left  I  turn  again 

Out  of  the  narrow  way  ; 
Force  my  vi'lence  to  be  ftill, 

And  captivate  my  every  thought ; 
Charm,  and  melt,  and  change  my  will, 

And  bring  me  down  to  nought. 

3  If  I  have  begun  once  more 

Thy  fweet  return  to  feel ; 
If  even  now  I  find  thy  pow'r 

Prefent  my  foul  to  heal ; 
Still  and  quiet  may  I  lie, 

Nor  ftruggle  out  of  thine  embrace  % 
Never  more  refill,  or  fly 

From  thy  purfuing  grace. 

4  To  the  crofs.  thine  altar,  bind 

Me  with  the  cords  of  love  : 
Freedom  let  me  never  find 

From  my  dear  Lord  to  move  j' 
That  I  never,  never  more 

May  with  my  much  lov'd  Mailer  purf#- 
To  the  polls  of  mercy's  door, 

O  nail  my  willing  heart. 


PETITION.  59 

See  my  utter  helpleffnefs, 

And  leave  me  not  alone, 
O  preferve  in  perfect  peace, 

And  feal  me  for  thine  own  ! 
More  and  more  thyfelf  reveal, 

Thy  prefence  let  me  always  find  ^ 
Comfort,  and  confirm,  and  heal3 

My  feeble,  fin-nck  mind. 

As  the  apple  of  an  eye, 

Thy  weakeft  fervant  keep  ; 
Help  me  at  thy  feet  to  lie, 

And  there  for  ever  weep  : 
Tears  of  joy  mine  eyes  o'erilow, 

That  I  have  an  hope  of  heaven  j 
Much  of  love  I  ought  to  know, 

For  I  have  much  forgiv'n. 

HYMN     LV.     Birmingham. 

THEE  will  I  love,  my  ftrength,  my  towJr3 
Thee  will  I  love,  my  joy,  my  crown. 
Thee  will  I  love  with  all  my  pow'r, 

In  all  my  works,  and  thee  alcne. 
Thee  will  I  love,  till  the  pure  fire 
Fill  my  whole  foul  with  chafte  defire. 
Ah  !   why  did  I  fo  late  thee  know, 

Thee,  lovelier  than  the  fons  of  men  I 
Ah  !   why  did  I  no  fooner  go 

To  thee,  the  only  eafe  in  pain  ? 
Afham'd  I  iigh  and  inly  mourn, 
That  I  fo  late  to  thee  did  turn. 
In  darknefs  willingly  I  ftray'd  ; 

I  fought  thee,  yet  from  thee  I  rov'd  : 
F 


60  PETITION. 

Far  wide  my  wand'ring  thoughts  were  fpread* 

Thy  creatures  more  than  thee  I  lov'd  ; 
And  now  if  more  at  length  I  fee, 
JTis  thro*  thy  light,  and  comes  from  thee, 

4  I  thank  thee,  uncreated  Sun, 

That  thy  bright  beams  on  me  have  fhin'd  ; 
I  thank  thee,  who  hail  overthrown 

My  foes,  and  heal'd  my  wounded  mind  ; 
1  thank  thee,  whofe  enlivening  voice 
Bids  my  freed  heart  in  thee  rejoice. 

5  Uphold  me  in  the  doubtful  race, 

Nor  fuffer  me  again  to  (tray  ; 
Strengthen  my  feet  with  fteady  pace* 

Still  to  prefs  forward  in  the  way  ; 
My  foul  and  fiefli,  O  Lord  of  might. 
Fill,  fatiate  with  thy  heavenly  light. 

H  Y  M  N     LVI.     C.  M. 

1  TNFINITE,    ^exhauitedlove* 
JL    Jcfus  and  love  are  one  ; 
If  ft  ill  to  me  thy  bowels  move, 

They  are  reftrain'd  to  none. 

2  What  mail  I  go  my  God  to  love  ? 

My  loving  God  to  praife  r 
The  length,  and  breadth,  and  height  to  prove, 
And  depth  of  fov  reign  grace  ? 

3  Thy  fov'reign  grace  to  all  extends, 

Immenfe  and  unconfin'd  ; 
From  age  to  age  it.  never  ends, 
It  reaches  all' mankind. 

4  Throughout  the  world  its  breadth  is  known. 

Wide  as  infiiixtY  : 


PETITION.  6l 

So  wide  it  never  pafs'd  by  one, 
Or  it  had  pafs'd  by  me. 

£   My  trefpafs  was  grown  up  to  heav'n^. 
But  far  above  the  ikies, 
In  Chrift  abundantly  forgiv'n, 
I  fee  thy  mercies  rife  ! 

5  The  depth  of  all-redeeming  love, 
What  angel-tongue  can  tell  ? 
O  may  I  to  the  utmoft  prove 
The  gift  imfpeakable  ! 

7   Come  quickly,  gracious  Lord,  and  take 
Pofieffion  of  thine  own  ! 
My  longing  heart  vcuchfafe  to  make 
Thine  everlaiiing  throne  1 

AfFert  thy  claim,  maintain  thy  right, 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
And  fink  me  to  perfection's  height, 

The  depth  of  humble  love. 

HYMN     LVII.     Zion. 
'.       ALL  glory  to  God  in  the  Iky, 
jLJL   And  peace  upon  earth  be  reftor'd  j 
O  jefus,   exalted  on  high, 

Appear  our  omnipotent  Lord  ! 
Whc  meanly  in  Bethlehem  bom, 

D .  -  _t  iloop  to  redeem  a  loft  race. 
Once  mere  to  thy  creatures  return, 
And  reign  in  thy  kingdom  of  grace. 

When  thou  in"  our  Hem  didft  appear, 
All  nature  acknowledg'd  thy  birth  j 

Aroie  the  acceptable  year, 
And  heaven  was  open'd  on  earth  ; 


62  PETITION. 

Receiving  its  Lord  from  above, 

The  world  was  united  to  blefs 
The  Giver  of  concord  and  love, 

The  Prince  and  the  Author  of  Peace. 

3  O  wouldfl  thou  again  be  made  known, 

Again  in  the  Spirit  defesnd, 
And  fet  up  in  each  of  thine  own, 

A  kingdom  that  never  mail  end. 
Thou  only  art  able  to  blefs, 

And  make  the  glad  nations  obey, 
And  bid  the  dire  enmity  ceafe, 

And  bow  the  whole  world  to  thy  fway. 

4  Come  then  to  thy  fervants  again, 

Who  long  thy  appearance  to  know  i 
Thy  quiet  and  peaceable  reign, 

In  mercy  eftablifh  below  ; 
All  forrow  before  thee  mall  fly, 

And  anger  and  hatred  be  o'er, 
And  envy  and  malice  mall  die, 

And  difcord  afflict  us  no  more* 

5  No  horrid  alarum  of  war 

Shall  break  our  eternal  repofe  ; 
No  found  of  the  trumpet  is  there, 

Where  Jefu's  Spirit  overflows  : 
Appeas'd  by  the  charms  of  thy  grace, 

We  all  mail  in  amity  join, 
And  kindly  each  other  embrace, 

And  love  with  a  pafiion  like  thine. 
HYMN    LVIII.    C.  M. 
I    pOME,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
\^/    One  God  in  perfons  three, 
Bring  back  the  heav'nly  blefling  loft 

By  all  mankind  and  me. 


petition!  63 

Thy  favour,  and  thy  nature  too3 

To  me,  to  all  reftore  ; 
Forgive,  and  after  God  renew, 

And  keep  me  evermore. 
Eternal  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs, 

Difplay  thy  beams  divine, 
And  cauie  the  glories  of  thy  face, 

Upon  my  heart  to  mine. 
}.  Light  in  thy  light,   O  may  I  fee, 

Thy  grace  and  mercy  prove  ! 
Rtviv'd,  and  cheer'd,  and  bleil  by  thee* 

The  God  of  pard'ning  love  ! 
Lift  up  thy  countenance  ferene, 

And  let  thy  happy  child 
Behold,   without  a  cloud  between, 

The  Godhead  reconcil'd  ! 
5  That  all-comprifmg  peace  bellow 

On  me  through  grace  forgiv'n  ; 
The  joys  of  holinefs  below, 

And  then  the  joys  of  heav'n  ! 

H   Y  M  N     LIX.     Amfordam. 

O   ALMIGHTY   God  of  love* 
Thy  holy  arm  difplay, 
Send  me  fuccour  from  above, 

In  this  my  evil  day  ; 
Arm  my  weaknefs  with  thy  pow'r, 

Woman's  feed  appear  within  ! 
Be  my  fafeguard  and  my  tow'r, 

Agaiuft  the  face  of  lin. 
Rock  of  my  falvation,  hafte, 

2   ".  rui  thy  ample  ihade, 


64  PETITION. 

Let  it  over  me  be  caft, 

And  fcreen  my  naked  head  ■ 
Save  me  from  the  trying  hour ; 

Thou  my  fure  protection  be : 
Shelter  me  from  Satan's  power, 

Till  I  am  fix'd  on  thee. 

3  Set  upon  thyfelf  my  feet, 

And  make  me  furely  itand  ; 
From  temptations'  rage  and  heat 

Cover  me  with  thine  hand  ; 
Let  me  in  the  cleft  be  plac'd  ; 

Never  from  my  fence  remove  : 
In  thine  arms  of  love  embrac'd, 

Of  everlafting  love. 

HYMN     LX.     L.  M. 

i    /^OME,   Saviour,  Jefu,  from  above  J 
\^/    Afllft  me  With  thy  heavenly  grace  : 
Empty  my  heart  of  earthly  love, 
And  for  thyfelf  prepare  the  place. 

2  O  let  thy  facred  prefence  fill, 

And  fet  my  longing  fpirit  free  ! 
Which  pants  to  have  no  other  will, 
But  night  and  day  to  feaft  on  thee. 

3  While  in  this  region  here  below, 

No  other  good  will  I  purfue  : 
I'll  bid  this  world  of  noife  and  fhow, 
With  all  its  glittering  fnares,  adieu. 

4  That  path  with  humble  fpeed  I'll  feek, 

In  which  my  Saviour's  footfteps  ihine ; 
Nor  will  I  hear,  nor  will  I  fpeak 
Of  air/  other  love  but  thine. 


PETITION,  65 

J   Henceforth  may  no  profane  delight 
Divide  this  confecrated  foul : 
PofTefs  it  thou  who  haft  the  right, 
As  Lord  and  Mailer  of  the  whole. 

i  Nothing  on  earth  do  I  defire, 

But  thy  pure  love  within  my  breaft  j 
This,   only  this,  will  I  require, 
And  freely  give  up  all  the  reft. 

HYMN     LXI.      PalmVs, 

THE  praying  fpirit  breathe, 
The  watching  pow'r  impart ; 
From  all  entanglements  beneath 

Call  off  my  peaceful  heart  j 
My  feeble  mind  fuftain, 

By  worldly  thoughts  opprell ; 
Appear  and  bid  me  turn  again 
To  my  eternal  reft. 

Swift  to  my  refcue  come,  • 

Thy  own  this  moment  feize, 
Gather  my  wandering  fpirit  home. 

And  keep  in  perfect  peace  : 
Suffer'd  no  more  to  rove 

O'er  all  the  earth  abroad, 
Arreft  the  pris'ner  of  thy  love, 

And  (hut  me  up  in  God. 

HYMN     LXII.     Bmk's. 

SHEPHERD  divine,  our  wants  relieve. 
In  this  our  evil  day ; 
To  all  thy  tempted  follVers  give 
The  power  to  watch  and  pray.    • 


66  PETITION, 

2  Long  as  our  fvry  trials  laft, 

Long  as  the  crofs  we  bear, 
O  let  our  fouls  on  thee  be  cait 
In  never  ceafing  pray'r  ! 

3  The  fpirit  of  interceding  grace 

Give  us  in  faith  to  clanr.  ; 
To  wreftle  till  we  fee  thy  face, 
And  know  thy  hidden  name. 

4.  Till  thou  thy  perfect  love  impart. 
Till  thou  thyfelf  bettow, 
Be  this  the  cry  of  ev'ry  heart, 
I  will  not  let  thee  go. 

5    I  will  not  let  thee  go,  unlefs 
Thou  tell  thy  name  to  me, 
With  all  thy  great  falvation  blek, 
And  make  me  all  like  thee. 
0  Then  let  me  on  the  mountain  top^ 
Behold  thy  open  face, 
Where  faith  in  fight  is  fwailow'd  up. 
And  pray'r  in  endlefs  praife. 

HYMN      LXIII.      Olney. 
ESU,  my  ftrength,   my  hope, 
On  thee  I  call  my  care, 
With  humble  confidence  look  up, 

And  know  thou  hear'ft  my  pray: 
Give  me  on  thee  to  wait, 

Till  I  can  all  things  do. 
On  thre,  ai mighty  to  create, 
Almighty  to  renew. 

I  want  a  feber  mind, 


J 


PETITION*  <*>7 

That  tramples  down,  and  calls  behind, 
The  baits  of  pleaiing  ill : 
A  foul  inur'd  to  pain, 

To  hardfhip,  grief,  and  lofs ; 
Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  fuitain, 
The  confecrated  crofs. 

I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick  difcerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  thee  when  fin  is  nears 
And  fees  the  tempter  fly ; 
A  fpirit  ftill  prepar'd, 

And  arm'd  with  jealous  care? 
For  ever  Handing  on  its  guard, 
And  watching  unto  pray'r. 

I  want  a  heart  to  pray, 
To  pray  and  never  ceafe, 
Never  to  murmur  at  thy  ftay, 
Or  wim  my  fufp rings  iefs. 
This  blefiing  above  ail- 
Always  to  pray  I  want, 
Out  of  the  deep  on  thee  to  call, 
And  never,  never  faint. 
I  want  a  true  regard, 
A  iingle,  ileady  aim, 
Unmov'd  by  threat'ning  or  reward, 
To  thee  and  thy  great  name : 
A  jealous,  juft  concern 

For  thine  immortal  praife  ; 
A  pure  defire  that  all  may  learm, 
And  glorify  thy  grace. 

I  red  upon  thy  word  : 
The  promife  is  for  me : 


68  PETITION. 

My  fuccour  and  falvatidn,  Lord, 

Shall  furely  come  from  thee, 
But  let  me  (till  abide, 

Nor  from  my  hope  remove, 
Till  thou  my  patient  fpirit  guide 
Into  thy  perfect  love. 

HYMN     LXIV.     F/ood's. 

I    TJ5"  ELP?   Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  fly, 
I'l    And  itill  my  tempted  foul  Hand  by 

Throughout  the  evil  day  ; 
The  facred  watchfulnefs  impart, 
And  keep  the  ifTues  of  my  heart, 

And  Itir  me  up  to  pray. 

3   My  foul  with  thy  whole  armour  arm, 
In  each  approach  of  fin,  alarm 

And  (Lew  the  danger  near  ; 
Surround,  fultain,  and  ftrengthen  me, 
And  fill  with  godly  jealoufy, 

And  fanctifying  fear. 

a  Whene'er  my  carelefs  hands  hang  down, 
O  let  me  fee  thy  gathering  frown, 

And  feel  thy  warning  eye  ; 
And  ftarting  cry,  from  ruin's  brink, 
Save,  Jefus,  or  I  yield,   I  fink  1 
O  iave  me,  or  I  die  ! 

-  4  If  near  the  pit  I  rafhly  ilray, 
Befuve  I  wholly  fall  awav, 

The  keen  conviction  dart  ; 
Recall  me  by  that  pitying  look, 
That  kind  upbraiding  glance,  which  biota 

Unfaithful  Peter's  heart. 


petition.  6g 

5   tri  me  thine  utmoft  mercy  fnow, 
And  make  me  like  thyfelf  below, 

Unblamable  in  grace  ; 
Ready  prepar'd  and  fitted  here, 
By  perfect  holinefs  t'appear 
Before  thy  glorious  face. 

HYMN     LXV.     L.  M. 

1  TESU,   my  Saviour,   Brother,   Friend,^ 
J|     On  whom  I  call  my  every  care, 

On  whom  for  all  things  I  depend, 
Infpire,  and  then  accept  my  pray'r. 

2  If  I  have  tailed  of  thy  grace, 

The  grace  that  fure  falvation  brings  ; 
If  with  me  now  thy  Spirit  flays, 

And  hov'ring,  hides  me  in  his  wings  5 

Still  let  him  with  my  weaknefs  Hay, 
Nor  for  a  moment's  fpace  depart : 

Evil  and  danger  turn  away, 

And  keep  till  he  renews  my  heart. 

4.  When  to  the  right  or  left  I  (tray, 
His  voice  behind  me  may  I  hear, 
"  Return,   and  walk  in  Chriil  thy  way, 
"  Fly  back  to  Chrift,  for  fin  is  near/7 

His  facred  unftion  from  above 
Be  ftill  my  comforter  and  guide  ; 

Till  all  the  ftony  he  remove, 
And  in  my  loving  heart  refide. 

5  Jefus,   I  fain  would  walk  in  thee, 
From  nature's  ev'ry  path  retreat ; 
Thou  art  my  way,  my  leader  be, 
And  fet  upon  the  rock  my  feet. 


*]0  PETITION 

7  Uphold  me,  Saviour,  or  I  fall ; 

O  reach  me  out  thy  gracious  hand  I 
Only  on  thee  for  help  I  call ; 
Only  by  faith  in  thee  I  ftand. 

H  Y  M  N    LXVI.     S.  M. 

i  A   CHARGE  to  keep  I  have  « 

jT\.   A  God  to  glorify  ; 
A  never-dying  foul  to  fave, 

And  fit  it  .for  the  fky  ; 
To  ferve  the  prefent  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil ; 
O  may  it  all  my  pow'rs  engage 

To  do  my  Mailer's  will ! 

2        Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 
As  in  thy  fight  to  live  ; 
And  O  thy  fervant,  Lord,  prepare 

A  ftritt  account  to  give  : 
Help  me  to  watch  and  pray. 

And  on  thyfelf  rely  ; 
Affur'd,  if  I  my  truft  betray, 
,         I  fhall  for  ever  die. 


HYMN     LXVII.     Snoufeld's* 


B 


E  it  my  only  wifdom  here, 
To  ferve  the  Lord  with  filial  fearr 
With  loving  gratitude  ; 
Superior  fenfe  may  I  difplay, 
By  dunning  every  evil  way, 
And  walking  in  the  goo' 


PETITION.  7! 

0  may  I  flill  from  fin  depart ; 
A  wife  and  underftanding  heart, 

Jefus,  to  me  be  giv'n  ! 
And  let  me  through  thy  Spirit  know, 
To  glorify  my  God  below, 

And  find  my  way  to  heav'n. 

HYMN     LXVIII.     Lamfs: 

GO  D   of  almighty  love, 
By  whofe  fufficient  grace 

1  lift  my  heart  to  things  above, 

And  humbly  feek  thy  face  ; 
Thro'  Jefus  Chrift  the  juft, 
My  faint  defire  receive, 
And  let  me  in  thy  goodnefs  truft* 
And  to  thy  glory  live. 

Whatever  I  fay  or  do, 
Thy  glory  be  my  aim  ; 
My  ofPrings  all  be  offer' d  through 
The  ever-bleffed  name. 
Jefu,  my  fingle  eye 

Be  fix'd  On  thee  alone  % 
Thy  name  be  prais'd  on  earth,  on  high  j 
Thy  will  by  all  be  done. 

Spirit  of  faith,  infpire 
My  confecrated  heart  5 
Fill  me  with  pure  celeftial  fire, 
With  ail  thou  haft  and  art ; 
My  feeble  mind  transform, 
And  perfectly  renew'd, 
Into  a  iaint  exalt  a  worm  : 
A  worm  exalt  to  God ! 
G 


jl  PETITION. 

HYMN     LXIX.     Lamfi. 
H  E  thing  my  God  doth  hate. 


T 


That  I  no  more  may  do, 
Thy  creature,  Lord,  again  create, 
And  all  my  foul  renew  ; 
My  foul  mall  then  like  thine, 
Abhor  the  thing  unclean, 
And  fanctify'd  by  love  divine, 
For  ever  ceafe  from  fin. 

i       That  bleffed  law  of  thine, 
Jefu,  to  me  impart ; 
Thy  Spirit's  law  of  life  divine, 
O  write  it  in  my  heart ! 
Implant  it  deep  within, 

Whence  it  may  ne'er  remove. 
The  law  of  liberty  from  fin, 
The  perfect  law  of  love. 

3        Thy  nature  be  my  law, 
Thy  fpotlefs  fandtity, 
And  fweetly  ev'ry  moment  diavr 
My  happy  foul  to  thee  j 
Soul  of  my  foul  remain, 
Who  did  ft  for  all  fulfil, 
In  me,   O  Lord,  fulfil  again 

Thy  heav'nly  Father's  will 

HYMN    LXX.    C.  M. 

I    /^    FOR  a  heart  to  praife  my  God, 
\J    A  heart  from  fin  fet  free  ! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blopd, 
So  freely  fpilt  for  me  ! 


PETITION. 

A  heart  reiign'd,  fubmifiive,  meek, 
My  great  Redeemer's  throne  ; 

Where  only  Chrift  is  heard  to  fpeak, 
Where  Jefus  reigns  alone. 

O  for  a  lowly  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean, 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 

From  him  that  dwells  within. 

A  heart  in  every  thought  renevv'd, 

And  full  of  love  divine  ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 

A  copy,   Lord,  of  thine. 

Thy  tender  heart  is  frill  the  fame, 

And  melts  at  human  woe  : 
Jefu,  for  thee  diftrefs'd  I  am, 

I  want  thy  love  to  know. 

My  heart  thou  know'ft,  can  never  reft, 

Till  thou  create  my  peace  ; 
Till  of  my  Eden  repoffefs'd, 

From  ev'ry  fin  I  ceafe. 

Fruit  of  thy  gracious  lips  on  me 
Beftow,  that  peace  unknown, 

The  hidden  manna,  and  the  tree 
Of  life,  and  the  white  ftone. 

Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart, 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart. 

Thy  t:ew,  belt  name  of  love. 


74  PETITION. 

HYMN     LXXI.     i izth  Pfalm. 

i    r-|-i  HOU  hidden  love  of  God,  whofe  height, 
JL     Whofe  depth  unfathom'd  no  man  knows, 
I  fee  from  far  thy  beauteous  light, 

I  only  figh  for  thy  repofe  : 
My  heart  is  pain'd,  nor  can  it  be 
At  reft,  till  it  finds  reft  in  thee. 

2  Thy  fecret  voice  invites  me  ftill 

The  fweetnefs  of  thy  yoke  to  prove  ; 
And  fain  I  would,  but  though  my  will 

Seems  fix'd,  yet  wide  my  paflions  rove } 
Yet  hindrances  ftrew  all  the  way : 
1  aim  at  thee,  yet  from  thee  ftray. 

3  'Tis  mercy  .all- that  thou  haft  brought 

My  mind  to  feek  her  peace  in  thee ! 
Yet  while  I  feek,  and  find  thee  not, 

No  peace  my  wand'ring  foul  (hall  fee ; 
O  when  (hall  all  my  wand'rings  end, 
And  all  my  fteps  to  thee-ward  tend  ? 

4  Is  there  a  thing  beneath  the  fun, 

That  ftrives  with  thee  my  heart  to  (hare 
Ah  !   tear  it  thence,  and  reign  alone, 

The  Lord  of  ev'ry  motion  there  ! 
Then  fhall  my  heart  from  earth  be  free, 
When  it  hath  found  repofe  in  thee. 

5  Each  moment  draw  from  earth  away 

My  heart  that  lowly  waits  thy  call ; 
Speak  to  my  inmoft  foul,  and  fay, 

«  I  am  thy  Love,  thy  God,  thy  All !" 
To  feel  thy  pow'r,  to  hear  thy  voice, 
To  tafte  thy  love,  be  all  my  choice. 


PETITION.  75 

HYMN    LXXII.     Cardiff. 
i   "\7"E  happy  finners,  hear, 

X      The  prisoners  of  the  Lord, 
And  wait  till  Chrift  appear, 

According  to  his  word  ; 
Rejoice  in-hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
We  (hall  from  all  our  fins  be  free. 

The  Lord  our  righteoufnefs 

We  have  long  fince  receiv'd  ; 
Salvation  nearer  is 

Than  when  we  firft  believ'd  ; 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
We  fnall  from  all  our  fins  be  free, 

?   In  God  we  put  our  truft ; 

If  we  our  fins  confefs, 
Faithful  he  is,  and  juft, 

From  ail  unrighteoufnefs 
To  cleanfe  us  all,  both  you  and  me, 
We  mall  from  all  our  fins  be  free. 
\  Surely  in  us  the  hope 

Of  glory  (hall  appear  ; 
Sinners,  your  heads  lift  up, 

And  fee  redemption  near; 
Again  I  fay,  rejoice  with  me, 
We  mail  from  all  our  fins  be  free. 
Who  Jefu's  fuff'rings  mars, 

My  fellow-pris'ners  now, 
Ye  foon  the  wreath  {hall  wear 

On  your  triumphant  brow  j 
Rejoice  in-hope,  r<  joice  with  me, 
'  ''•  c  fhaU  irovr,  all  our  fins  be  fr$e. 
G  2 


?6  PETITION. 

6  The  word  of  God  is  fure, 

And  never  can  remove, 
We  mail  in  heart  be  pure, 

And  perfected  in  love:   \ 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
We  mall  from  all  our  fins  be  freev 

7  Then  let  us  gladly  bring 

Our  facrifice  of  praife, 
Let  us  give  thanks,  and  fing, 

And  glory  in  his  grace  : 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
We  mail  from  all  our  fins  be  free. 

HYMN    LXXIII.     C.  M. 

i    TTj1  O  R  ever  here  my  reft  mall  be, 
J&J     Clofe  to  thy  bleeding  fide ; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, 
For  me  the  Saviour  dy'd ! 

2  My  dying  Saviour,  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  fin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 
And  cleanfe  and  keep  me  clean. 

3  Wafli  me,  and  make  me  thus  thine  own  ? 

Wafh  me,  and  mine  thou  art : 
AVafh  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

4  Th'  atonement  of  thy  blood  apply* 

Till  faith  to  fight  improve  ; 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  foul  be  love. 


*J 


PETITION.  77 

HYMN    LXXIV.     C.  gfc 

E  S  U,  my  life,  thyfelf  apply, 


Thy  holy  Spirit  breathe 
My  vile  affections  crucify, 
Conform  me  to  thy  death. 

Conqu'ror  of  hell,  and  earth,  and  fin, 

Still  with  the  rebel  ftrive ; 
Enter  my  foul,  and  work  within, 

And  kill,  and  make  alive  ! 

More  of  thy  life,  and  more  I  have, 

As  the  old  Adam  dies  : 
Bury  me,   Saviour,  in  thy  grave, 

That  I  with  thee  may  rife. 

Reign  in  me,  Lord,  thy  foes  controul. 
Who  would  not  own  thy  fway  : 

Diffufe  thine  image  through  my  foul, 
Shine  to  the  perfect  day. 

5  Scatter  the  laft  remains  of  fin, 
And  feal  me  thine  abode  ; 
O  make  me  glorious  all  within, 
A  temple  built  by  God. 

HYMN     LXXV.     Savannah. 

HOLY  Lamb,  who  thee  receive. 
Who  in  thee  begin  to  live, 
Day  and  night  they  cry  to  thee, 
As  thou  art,  fo  let  us  be ! 

Jefu,  fee  my  panting  breaft  u 
See  I  pant  in  thee  to  reft !     '" 
Gladly  would  I  now  be  clean :.. 
Cleanfe  me  now  from  ev'ry  fin„ 


PETITION. 

3   Fix,  O  fix  my  wav'ring  mind  £ 
To  thy  crofs  my  fpirit  bind ; 
Earthly  pafiions  far  remove  ; 
Swallow  up  my  foul  in  love. 

\  Duft  and  aflies  though  we  be, 
Full  of  guilt  and  mifery, 
Thine  we  are,  thou  Son  of  God, 
Take  the  purchafe  of  thy  blood. 

5  Who  in  heart  on  thee  believes, 
He  th'  atonement  now  receives  : 
He  with  joy  beholds  thy  face, 
Triumphs  in  thy  pard'ning  grace. 

6  See,  ye  finners,  fee  the  flame 
Riling  from  the  flaughter'd  Lamb, 
Mark  the  new,  the  living  way, 
Leading  to  eternal  day  ! 

7  Jefus,  when  this  light  we  fee, 
All  our  foul's  athidt  for  thee  ; 
When  thy  quick'ning  pow'r  we  prove, 
All  cur  heart  diilolves  in  love. 

8  Boundiefs  wifdom,  pow'r  divine, 
Lcve  unfpep.kable  are  thine ! 
Praife  by  ail  to  thee  be  giv'n, 
Sons  of  earth,  and  hofts  of  heav\i. 

HYMN    LXXVI.     C.  % 
}     TESU,  thou  art  our  King, 
J     To  me  thy  fuccour  bring  : 
Chrift  the  mighty  one  art  thou, 
Help  for  all  on  thee  is  laid  ; 
This  is  the  word,    I  claim  it  now, 
Send  me  now  the  promis'd  aid. 


PETITION.  79 

High  on  thy  Father's  throne, 

O  look  with  pity  down  ; 
Help,  O  help  !   attend  my  call, 

Captive  lead  captivity ; 
King  of  glory.  Lord  of  all, 

Chrift,  the  Lord,  oe  king  to  me» 

j       I  pant  to  feel  thy  fway, 

And  only  thee  t'  obey : 
Thee  my  fpirit  grafps  to  meet ; 

This  my  one,  my  ceafelefs  pray'r, 
Make,  O  make  my  heart  thy  feat !» 

O  fet  up  thy  kingdom  there  I 

Triumph  and  reign  in  me, 

And  fpread  thy  victory  : 
Hell,  and  death,  and  fin  controul, 

Pride,  and  wrath,  and  ev'ry  foe  ;  . 
All  fubdue  :  through  all  my  foul 

Conquering  and  to  conquer  go. 

HYMN    LXXVIL    C.  M^ 

I  O  R  D,  I  believe  thy  ev'ry  word, 

I   j    Thy  ev'ry  promife  true  : 
And  lo  !   I  wait  on  thee,  my  Lord, 
Till  I  my  ftrength  renew. 

If  in  this  feeble  flefh  I  may 

Awhile  mew  forth  thy  praife, 
Jefu,  fupport  the  tott'ring  clay, 

And  lengthen  out  my  days. 

If  fuch  a  worm  as  I  can  fpread 
The  common  Saviour's  name, 


So  PF.TITION. 

Let  him  who  raiVd  thee  from  the  dead- 
Quicken  my  mortal  frame. 

4  Still  let  me  live  thy  blood  to  fho-.v, 

Which  purges  every  ilain  ; 

And  gladly  linger  out  below, 

A  few  more  years  in  pain. 

5  Spare  me,  till  I  my  ftrength  of  foul, 

Till  I  thy  love  retrieve  ; 
Till  faith  /hall  make  rny  fpirit  whole^ 
And  perfect  foundnefs  give. 

6  For  this  in  deadfall  hope  I  wait, 

NT    -'  Lord,   my  foul  reftore  ; 
Now    he  new  heav'ns  and  earth  create, 
£  id  1  ii    1)  fin  no  more. 

H  Y  M  V     LXXV1II.     Wejlminjlcr. 

i    X     OVE  d  vine,  ail  loves  excelling,' 
JL_j    Joy  of  heaven  to  earth  come  down  ; 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown  : 
Jefu,  thou  art  all  companion, 
Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art : 
,..    Vifit  us  with  thy  falvation, 

Enter  ev'ry  trembling  heart. 

2  Breathe,  O  breathe  thy  loving  fptah 
Into  ev'ry  troubled  breafl ; 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  that  fecond  reft. 
Take  away  cur  bent  of  finning, 
£»       Alpha  and  Omega  be, 
End  of  faith  as  its  beginning. 
Set  our  heart?  at  liberty. 


PETITION; 

Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  thy  life  receive, 
Suddenly  return,  and  never, 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave  ; 
Thee  we  would  be  always  bleffing, 

Serve  thee  as  thy  hofts  above, 
Pray,  and  praife  thee  without  ceafmgj 

Glory  in  thy  perfect  love. 

Finifh  then  thy  new  creation, 

Pure  and  fpotlefs  let  us  be  ; 
Let  us  fee  thy  great  falvation, 

Perfectly  reftor'd  in  thee  ; 
Chang'd  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heav'n  we  take  our  place, 
Till  we  call  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Left  in  wonder,  love,  and  praife  ! 

H  Y  M  N     LXXIX.     L.  M. 


THAT  my  load  of  fin  were  gone  i 
O  that  I  could  at  kft  fubmit     ; 
At  Jefu's  feet  to  lay  it  down  ! 
To  lay  my  foul  at  Jefu's  feet !. 


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Reft  for  my  foul  I  long  to  find  : 
Saviour  of  all  if  mine  thou  art, 

Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  ftamp  thine  image  en  my  heart. 

Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  fin, 
And  fully  fet  my  fpirit  free, 

[  can  no;  reft  till  pure  within, 
TiH  I  nm  v.-holly  loft  in  thee. 


82  PETITION. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God ; 

Thy  light  and  eafy  burden  provq, 
The  crofs  all  ftain'd  with  hallow'd  bloodj 
The  labour  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would  ;  but  thou  muft  give  the  pow'r  j 

My  heart  from  ev'ry  ffn  releafe  ; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 

6  Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  finner  cheer  I 

Nor  let  thy  chariot-wheels  delay  ! 
Appear,  in  my  poor  heart  appear ! 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away ! 

HYMN     LXXX.      Wejlminjler, 

1  T      I  G  H  T  of  life,  feraphic  fire, 

.  L  J    Love  divine,  thyfelf  impart, 
Ev'ry  fainting  foul  infpire  ; 

Shine  in  ev'ry  drooping  heart ! 
Ev'ry  mournful  finner  cheer ; 

Scatter  all  our  guilty  gloom  ! 
Son  of  God,  appear,  appear  ! 

To  thy  human  temples  come. 

2  Come  in  this  accepted  hour ; 

Bring  thy  heavenly  kingdom  in  ; 
Fill  us  with  thy  glorious  pow'r, 

Rooting  out  the  feeds  of  fin  : 
Nothing  more  can  we  require  ; 

We  will  covet  nothing  lefs ; 
Be  thou  all  our  heart's  defire. 

All  our  joy,  and  all  our  pe< 


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PETITION.  8? 

HYMN      LXXXI.      Foundevy. 
OD  of  all-redeeming  grace, 


By  thy  pard'ning  love  compell'd, 
Up  to  thee  our  fouls  we  raife, 

Up  to  thee  our  bodies  yield  ; 
Thou  our  facrifice  receive, 

Acceptable  through  thy  Son, 
While  to  thee  alone  we  live, 

While  we  die  to  thee  alone. 
2  Meet  it  is  and  juft  and  right, 

That  we  mould  be  wholly  thine  j 
In  thy  only  will  unite, 

In  thy  blefTed  fervice  join  : 
O  that  ev'ry  work  and  word 

Might  proclaim  how  good  thou  art  ; 
Holinefs  unto  the  Lord 

Still  be  wrote  upon  our  heart ! 

H  Y  M  N     LXXXII.     C.  M. 

j  E  T  him  to  whom  we  now  belong, 

1  a    His  fov'reign  right  af^ •£ ; 
And  take  up  ev'ry  thankful  long, 
And  ev'ry  loving  heart. 

2  He  juftly  claims  us  for  his  own, 
Who  bought  us  with  a  price  ! 
The  Chriftiaa  lives  to  Chnft  alone. 

To  Chriii  alone  he  dies. 
jcfus!   thine  own  at  lad  receive. 

Fulfil  our  hearts'  defire  ; 
And  let  us  to  thy  glory  live, 
thy  caufe  expire. 
H 


04  PETITION. 

4  Our  fouls  and  bodies  we  refign  ; 
With  joy  we  render  thee 
Our  all,  no  longer  curs,  but  thine, 
To  all  eternity. 

HYMN     LXXXIII.     112th  Pfaivi. 

i    T)  EH  OLD  the  fervant  of  the  Lord  ! 
J3    I  wait  thy  guiding  eye  to  feel, 
To  hear  and  keep  thy  ev'ry  word, 

To  prove  and  do  thy  perfect,  will ; 
Joyful  from  my  own  works  to  ceafe, 
Glad  to  fulfil  all  righteoufnefs. 

2  Me,  if  thy  grace  vouchfafe  to  ufe, 

Meaneft  of  all  thy  creatures,  me, 
The  deed,  the  time,   the  manner  chufe, 

Let  all  my  fruit  be  found  of  thee : 
Let  all  my  works  in  thee  be  wrought, 
By  thee  to  full  perfection  brought. 

3  My  ev'ry  weak,  though  good  defign, 

O'er-rule,  cr  change,  as  feems  thee  meet' 
Jefu,  let  all  my  work  be  thine  ! 

Thy  work,   O  Lord,  is  all  complete, 
And  pleafmg  in  thy  Father's  fight: 
Thou  only  haft  done  all  things  right, 

4  Here  then  to  thee  thy  own  I  leave, 

Mould  as  thou  wilt  thy  pailive  clay  ; 
But  let  me  all  thy  ftamp  receive, 

But  let  r:,e  all  thy  words  obey  : 
Serve  with  a  fmgle  heart  and  eye,. 
.  d  to  thy  glory  live  and  die. 


•PETITION. 

H  Y  M  N     LXXXIV.      Dedication 

FATHER,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
As  by  the  celeftial  hoft, 

Let  thy  will  on  earth  be  done  4 
Praife  by  all  to  thee  be  giv'n, 
Glorious  Lord  of  earth  and  heav'n. 

If  fo  poor  a  worm  as  I 

May  to  thy  great  glory  live, 
All  my  actions  fan&ify, 

All  my  words  and  thoughts  receive  ; 
Claim  me  for  thy  fervice,  claim 
All  I  have  and  all  I  am. 

Take  my  foul  and  body's  pow'rs ; 

Take  my  mem'ry,  mind,  and  will  f- 
All  my  goods,  and  all  my  hours, 

All  I  know,  and  all  I  feel ; 
All  I  think,  or  fpeak,  or  do  ; 
Take  my  heart ;  but  make  it  new  ! 

Now,  O  God,  thy  own  1  am ! 

Now  I  give  thee  back  thy  own  ; 
Freedom,  friends,  and  health,  and  fame, 

Confecrate  to  thee  alone  : 
Thine  I  live,  thrice  happy  I ; 
Happier  ftiil  if  thine  I  die  ! 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 

As  by  the  celeftial  hod, 

Let  thy  will  on  earth  be  done  \ 

Praife  by  all  to  thee  be  giv'n, 

Glorious  Lord  of  earth  and  heav'i;. 


36  PETITION. 

HYMN     LXXXV.     S.  M. 

1  TESU,  my  truth,  my  way, 
JH     My  fure  unerring  light, 

On  thee  my  feeble  fteps  I  Hay, 

Which  thou  wilt  guide  aright. 

2  My  wifdom  and  my  guide, 

My  counfellor  thou  art : 
O  let  me  never  leave  thy  iide, 
Or  from  thy  paths  depart. 

3  I  lift  my  eyes  to  thee, 

Thou  gracious  bleeding  Lamb, 
That  I  may  now  enlightened  be, 
And  never  put  to  fhame. 

4.       Never  will  I  remove 

Out  of  thy  hands  my  caufe, 
But  reit  in  thy  redeeming  love, 
And  hang  upon  thy  crofs. 

5  Teach  me  the  happy  art, 

In  all  things  to  depend 

On  thee  :   O  never,  Lord,  depart, 

But  love  me  to  the  end. 

6  Still  llir  me  up  to  ftrive 

With  thee  in  ltrength  divine  ; 
And  ev'ry  moment,   Lord,  revive 
This  fainting  foul  of  mine: 
7        Periiil  to  fave  my  foul 

Throughout  the  fi'ry  hour, 
Till  I  am  ev'ry  whit  made  whole, 
And  (hew  forth  all  thy  pow'r. 
&       Through  (ire  and  water  bring 
Into  the  wealthy  place  ; 


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PETITION.  87 

And  teach  me  the  new  fong  to  fing,. 
When  perfected  in  grace  ! 

9  O  make  me  all  like  thee, 

Before  I  hence  remove  : 
Settle,  confirm  and  ftablifh  me, 
And  build  me  up  in  love. 

10  Let  me  thy  witnefs  live, 

When  fin  is  all  deftiw'd : 
And  then  my  fpotlefs  foul  receive, 
And  take  me  home  to  God. 

HYMN     LXXXVI.      Brentford. 
O,  xii  thy  hand  I  lay, 
And  wait  thy  will  to  prove, 
My  potter,  ftamp  on  me,  thy  clay, 
Thy  only  ftamp  of  love  : 
Be  this  my  whole  defire, 
I  know  that  it  is  thine  ; 
Then  kindle  in  my  foul  a  fire, 
Which  mall  for  ever  fhffte. 

2  Thy  gracious  readinefs 

To  fave  mankind  affert : 
Thy  image,  love,  thy  name  impref?. 

Thy  nature  on  my  heart! 
Bowels  of  mercy,  hear, 

Into  my  foul  come  down  ; 
Let  it  throughout  my  life  appear, 

That  I  have  Chrift  put  en. 

3  O  plant  in  me  thy  mind  ! 

O  fix  in  me  thy  home  ! 
So  mall  I  cry  to  all  mankind, 
Come  to  the  waters,  cojne  ! 
H  3 


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88  PETITION. 

Jefus  is  full  of  grace  : 
To  all  his  bowels  move : 
Beheld  in  me,  ye  fallen  race, 
That  God  is  only  love  ! 

HYMN     LXXXVII.     L.  M. 

1  jf~^  RE  AT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim; 
V_J    Be  thou  my  hope,   my  joy,  my  reft  ! 
The  glories  that  compofe  thy  name, 

Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  bleit. 

2  Thou  great  and  £rood,  thou  juft  and  wife, 

Thou  art  my  Father,  and  my  God  ! 
And  I  am  thine  by  facred  ties, 

Thy  fon,  thy  fervant,  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 

For  thee  I  long,  for  thee  I  look, 
As  travellers  in  thirily  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water-brook. 

4  Even  life  itfelf,  without  thy  love, 

No  lalting  pleafure  can  afford  ; 
Yea,   '£  would  a  tirefome  burden  prove. 
If  I  were  banifn'd  from  thee,  Lord  ! 

5  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raife  my  voice, 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praife  : 
This  work  fhall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  fpend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

HYMN    LXXXVIII.     L.  M. 

5    S~\  THOU,  to  whofe  all-fearching  fight, 
\^_J    The  darknefs  fliineth  as  the  light, 
Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  thee  ; 

i    O  bur[i  thefe  bonds,  and  fet  it  free  ! 


PETITION,  89 

2  Warn  out  its  ftains,  refine  its  drois, 
Nail  my  affections  to  the  crofs ! 
Hallow  each  thought  ;   let  all  within 
Be  clean  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean, 

3  If  in  this  darkfome  v/ild  I  ftray, 

Be  thou  my  light,  be  thou  my  way  ; 

No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

No  fraud,  while  thou  my  God,  art  near. 

4  When  rifing  floods  my  foul  o'erflow, 
When  links  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
Jefus,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 

And  raife  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart, 

5  Saviour,  where'er  thy  ileps  I  fee, 
Dauntlefs,  untir'd  I  follow  thee  ; 
O  let  thy  hand  fupport  me  Hill, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill ! 

6  If  rough  and  thorny  be  the  way, 
My  ftrength  proportion  to  my  day ; 
Till  toil,  and  grief,  and  pain  (hall  ceafe, 
Where  all  is  calm,  and  joy,  and  peace. 

HYMN    LXXXIX.     L.  M. 

1  T  E  S  U  S,  thou  everlaftlng  king, 

«J     Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring, 
Accept  thy  well-deferv'd  renown, 
And  wear  our  praifes  as  thy  crown. 

2  Let  every  a£t.  of  worfhip  be 

Like  our  efpoufals,  Lord,  to  thee  : 
Like  the  bleft  hour,  when  from  above 
We  Srft  receive4  the  pledge  of  Iov.q, 


QO  PETITION. 

3.  The  gladnefs  of  that  happy  day, 
O  may  it  ever,  ever  Hay  ! 
Nor  let  our  faith  forfake  its  hold, 
Nor  hope  decline,  nor  love  grow  cold ! 

4  Each  following  minute  as  it  flies, 
Increafe  thy  praife,  improve  our  joys, 
Till  we  are  rais'd  to  fmg  thy  name, 
At  the  great  fupper  of  the  Lamb. 

H   Y   U  N     XC.      PaJJlon. 

1  f^i  OME,  Lord,  from  above, 
\^y    The  mountains  Yemove, 

Q'erturn  all  that  hinders  the  courfe  of  thy  love: 

My  bofom  infpire, 

Inkindle  the  tire, 
AtuI  wrap  my  whole  foul  in  the  flames  of  dclire. 

2  I  languifh  and  pine 
For  the  comfort  divine, 

O  when  mail  I  fay,   "  my  beloved  is  mine, 
"  I  have  chofe  the  g<»od  pai't, 
"  My  portion  thou  art,  [heart.** 

".  O  love,    I  have  found  thee,    O  God  ir;  my 

3  For  this  my  heart  fl^bs, 

Nothing  elfe  can  furflce  ;  [priced 

How,  Lord,  can  I  pnrchafe  the  pearl  of  great 

It  cannot  be  bought, 

And  thou  know'fl:  I  have  nought, 
Not  an  action,  a  word,  or  a  truly  good  thought. 

4  But  I  hear  a  voice  fay, 
Without  money  you  may 

E-:ceive  it,  whoever  hath  nothing  to  pay  ; 


PETITION".,  9£ 

Who  on  Jefus  relies, 
Without  money  or  price, 
The  pearl  of  forgivenefs  and  holinefs  buys. 

5  The  blefiing  is  free, 
So,   Lord,  let  it  be  : 

I  yield  that  thy  love  mould  be  given  to  me. 

I  freely  receive 

What  thou  freely  doll  give, 
And  csnfent  in  thy  love,  in  thine  Eden  to  liv£, 

6  The  gift  I  embrace, 
The  giver  I  praife, 

And  afcribe  my  falvation  to  Jefus' s  grace  ; 

It  came  from  above, 

The  foretafte  I  prove, 
And  I  foon  fhall  receive  all  thy  fulnefs  of  lovj* 

HYMN     XCI.     S.  M. 

I  A    N  D  can  I  yet  delay 

XJl   My  little  all  to  give  ? 
To  tear  my  foul  from  earth  away, 

For  Jefus  to  receive  ? 

Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield ! 

I  can  hold  out  no  more ; 
I  fink,  by  dying  love  compell'd, 

And  own  thee  conqueror  ! 

Though  late  I  all  forfake, 

My  friends,  my  all  refign ; 
Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  O  take, 

And  feal  me  ever  thine  ! 

Come  and  poffefs  me  whole, 

Nor  hence  again  remove  : 
Settle  and  fix  my  wav'ring  foul 

With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 


(jZ  PETITION. 

3       My  one  defire  be  this, 

Thy  only  love  to  know  ; 
To  feek  and  tafte  no  ether  blifs, 

No  other  good  below. 

My  life,  my  portion  thou, 

Thou  all-fufficient  art, 
My  hope,  my  heav'nly  treafivee,  now 

Enter  and  keep  my  heart ! 

HYMN     XCII.     Shepherd  of  If  rash 

f   HPHOU  Shepherd  of  Ifrael,  and  mine, 
JL      The  joy  and  defire  of  my  heart, 
For  clofer  communion  I  pine, 

I  long  to  refide  where  thou  art : 
The  pafture  I  languifh  to  find, 

Where  all  who  their  fhepherd  obey, 
Are  fed,  on  thy  bofom  reclin'd, 

And  fcreen'd  from  the  heat  of  the  dap. 

,3  Ah  !   mew  me  that  happieft  place, 

That  place  of  thy  people's  abode, 
Where  faints  in  an  ecftacy  gaze, 

And  hang  on  a  crucify'd  God : 
Thy  love  for  a  finner  declare, 

Thy  paflion  and  death  on  the  tree  ; 
jMy  fpirit  to  Calvary  bear, 

To  fuffer  and  triumph  with  thee. 

3   'Tir,  there  with  the  lambs  of  thy  flock,, 
There  only  I  covet  to  reft  ; 
To  lie  at  the  foot  of  the  rock, 
Or  rife  to  be  hid  in  thv  breaft : 


PETITION.  p3 


*Tis  there  I  would  always  abide, 
And  never  a  moment  depart ; 

Conceal' d  in  the  cleft  of  thy  fide, 
Eternally  held  in  thy  heart. 

HYMN     XCIII.      Ohey. 

JESUS,  my  Lord,  attend 
Thy  feeble  creature's  cry  : 
And  mew  thyfelf  the  Tinner's  friend, 
And  fet  me  up  on  high. 
From  hell's  oppreflive  pow'r 
My  ftruggling  foul  releafe  ; 
And  to  thy  Father's  grace  reftore  ; 
And  to  thy  perfect  peace. 

Thy  blood  and  righteoufnefs 
I  make  my  only  plea  ; 
My  prefent  and  eternal  peace 

Are  both  deriv'd  from  thee, 
Rivers  of  life  divine 

From  thee,  their  fountain,  flow  • 
And  all  who  know  that  love  of  thine, 
The  joy  of  angels  know. 

Come  then,  impute,  impart 
To  me  thy  righteoufnefs, 
And  let  me  talie  how  o-ood  thou  art, 

o 

How  full  of  truth  and  grace  : 
That  thou  can-ft  here  forgive, 
Grant  me  to  teftifv, 
And  juftify'd  by  faith  to  live,- 
And  in  that  faith  to  die. 


94  PETITION. 

HYMN    XCIV.     C.  M. 

i    TJEING   of  beings,  God  of  love, 
j|[3   To  thee  our  hearts  we  raife  ; 
Thy  all-fuftaining  power  we  prove, 
And  gladly  fing  thy  praife. 

2  Thine,  wholly  thine,  we  pant  to  be, 

Our  facrifice  receive  ; 
Made,  and  preferv'd,  and  fav'd  by  thee, 
To  thee  ourfelves  we  give. 

3  Heav'n-ward  our  ev'ry  wifh  afpires, 

For  all  thy  mercy's  ftore  : 
The  fole  return  thy  love  requires* 
Is  that  we  afk  for  more. 

4  For  more  we  afk  :  we  open  then 

Our  hearts  t'  embrace  thy  will-: 
Turn  and  beget  us,  Lord,  again ; 
With  all  thy  fulnefs  fill. 

5  Come,  Holy  Ghoft,  the  Saviour's  love 

Shed  in  our  hearts  abroad  ! 
So  (hall  we  ever  live  and  move, 
And  be  with  Chrift  in  God, 

HYMN     XCV.     C.  M. 
i    /^V   SUN  of  Righteoufnefs,  arife 
\^_Jf    With  healing  in  thy  wing ! 
To  my  difeas'd,   my  fainting  foul, 
Life  and  falvation  bring. 

2   Thefe  clouds  of  pride  and  fin  difpel 
By  thy  all  piercing  beam  ; 
Lighten  mine  eyes  with  faith,  my  heart 
With  holy  hope  inflame. . 


PETITION. 

;  My  mind  by  thy  all-quick' rung  power 
From  low  defires  fet  free ; 
Unite  my  fcatter'd  thoughts,  and  fix 
My  love  entire  on  thee* 

l  Father,  thy  long-loft  fon  receive j    ' 
Saviour,  thy  purchafe  own  ; 
Blell  comforter,  with  peace  and  joy 
Thy  new-made  creature  crown. 

I-   Eternal,  undivided  Lord, 
Co-equal  One  in  Three, 
On  thee  all  faith,  all  hope  be  plac'dj 
All  love  be  paid  to  thee. 

HYMN     XCVI.      Plymouth. 

SON  of  God,  thy. bleffing  grarft, 
Still  fupply  our  ev'ry  want ! 
Tree  of  life,  thy  influence  fried, 
With  thy  fap  my  fpirit  feed. 

Tendered  branch,  alas  !   am  I, 
Wither  without  thee  and  die, 
Weak  as  helplefs  infancy  ; 
O  confirm  my  foul  in  thee. 

Unfuftain'd  by  thee  I  fall ; 
Send  the  help  for  which  I  call  j 
Weaker  than  a  bruifed  reed, 
Help  I  ever)"  moment  need. 

All  my  hopes  on  thee  depend; 
Love  me,  lave  me  to  the  end  : 
Give  me  the  continuing  grace, 
Take  the  everlafting  pr«£€e. 
I 


PETITION. 

Y  M  N 


HYMN     XCVII.     Plymouth. 

LORD,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow  ; 
O  !   do  not  our  fuit  difdain, 
.Shall  we  feek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  I 

Lord,  on  thee  our  fouls  depend, 
In  companion  now  defcend  ; 
Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
^une  our  lips  to  {mg  thy  praife. 

In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  feek  thee,  here  we  ftay  % 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  bleffing  thou  beftoiv. 

Send  fome  mefTage  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford  ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 
Full  falvation  to  each  heart. 

Comfort  thofe  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 
Thofe  that  are  call  down,  lift  up  ; 
Make  them  ftrong  in  faith  and  hope- 
Grant  that  all  may  feek,  and  hnd 
Thee  a  gracious  God,  and  kind : 
Heal  the  fick,  the  captive  free  ; 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 

HYMN    XCVII1.     WhdefeliVr. 


OME,  thou  Almighty  King, 
xelp  us  thy  name  to  firig. 
Help  us  to  praife  ! 


PETITION.  (jg 


Father  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  days, 
jefus,  our  Lord,  arife, 
Scatter  our  enemies, 

And  make  them  fall  f '' 
Let  thine  almighty  aid 
Our  fure  defence  be  made, 
Our  fouls  on  thee  be  ilay'd  > 

Lord  hear  our  call. 

Come,  thou  incarnate  Word,. 
Gird  en  thy  mighty  f.vord, 

Our  pray'r  attend  : 
Come,  and  thy  people  blefs, 
And  gi\Q  thy  word  fuccefs  $; 
Spirit  of  holinefs, 

On  us  defcend. 

Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  facred  witnefs  bear 

In  this  glad  hour  ;< 
Thou  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  pow'r. 
To  the  great  One  in  Three. 
Eternal  praifes  be, 

Kence — evermore  i 
His  fov'reign  Majefty 
Ma/  we  in  qIott/  fee, 
And  to  eternity, 

Love  and  adore- 


98  PETITION. 

HYMN    XCIX.     L.  M, 

1  /^\  F  him  who  did  falvation  bring, 
\_/    I  could  for  ever  think  and  fing  ; 
A  rife,  ye  guilty,  he'll  forgive  ; 
Arife,  ye  needy,  he'll  relieve. 

2  Afk  but  his  grace,  and  lo  !   'tis  given ; 
Afk,  and  he  turns  your  hell  to  heaven  : 
Tho'  fin  and  forrow  wound  my  foul, 
Jefu,  thy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 

$  To  fhame  our  fins  he  blufh'd  in  blood, 
He  clos'd  his  eyes  to  ihew  us  God  ; 
Xet  all  the  world  fall  down  and  know, 
That  none  but  God  fuch  love  can  lhow, 

4.  'Tis  thee  I  love,  for  thee  alone 
I  fried  my  tears  .and  make  my  moan  j 
Where'er  I  am,  where'er  I  move, 
I  meet  the  object  of  my  love. 

5   Infatiate  to  this  fpring  I  fly ; 
I  drink,  and  yet  am  ever  dry  ; 
Ah  !   who  againft.thy  charms  is  proof? 
Ah  !   who  that  loves,  can  love  enough  ? 

HYMN     C.      Funeral 

1    "  ["  T  O  W  tedious  and  taftelefs  the  hours, 
XT.    When  Jefus  no  longer  I  fee; 
Sweet  profpec~ls,  fweet  birds,  and  fweet  flowrrs 

Have  all  loft  their  fweetnefs  to  me  : 
The  midfummer  fun  fliines  but  dim, 

The  fields  ftrive  in  vain  to  look  gay  ; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 

.December's  as  pleafant  as  May. 


PETITION.  g£ 

His  name  yields  the  richeit  perfume, 

And  fweeter  than  muiic  his  voice  y 
His  prefence  difperfes  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice* 
I  fhouid,  were  he  always  thru-  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wim  or  to  fear  ;> 
No  mortal  fo  happy  as  I, 

My  fummer  would  lail  ail  the  year. 
Content  with  beholding  his  face, 
*  My  all  to  his  pleafure  reilgivd ; 
No  changes  of  t  afoii  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  ia  my  mind  ;. 
While  blefs'd  with  a  fenfe  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear  ; 
And  prifons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  Jefus  would  dwell  with  me  th*:rev* 
Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  fun  and  my  fong  j 
Say,  why  do  I  languifh  and'pine  ? 

And  why  are  my  winters  fo  long  ? 
O  drive  thefe  dark  clouds  from  my  iky. 

Thy  foul-cheering  prefence  reitore  ; 
Or  take  me  to  thee  upon  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 
H  Y  M  N     CI.      St.  Peter's. 
f~V  OME,  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  hlcfiing, 
\^/    Tune  my  heart  to  fing  thy  grace  ! 
oLrtaiL>  cf  mercy  never  ceafmg, 

Call  for  fjngs  of  loudcil  praife  : 
T«?aoh  me  fome  melodious  fonnet, 

Sung  by  fiaming  tongues  above  ;  * 

jBraife  the  mount — I'm  fix'd  upon  lt} 

ti^l&vd&j.  redeeming  bve  I 


100  PETITION 

2  Here  I'll  ralfe  mine  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope  by  thy  good  pleafurtf 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jefus  fought  me  when  a  ftranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God; 
He  to  refcue  me  from  danger, 

Interpos'd  his  precious  blood  ! 

g    O  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 
Daily  I'm  conftrain'd  to  be  ! 
Let  thy  goodnefs,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee  ; 
Prone  to  wander,   Lord,   I  feel  it ; 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 
.   Here's  my  heart,   O  take  and  feal  it ; 
Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 

HYMN    CII.     L.  M. 
t     1*  ESUS,  from  whom  all  bleffings  flow 
J     Great  builder  of  thy  church  below, 
If  now  thy  Spirit  moves  my  breaft, 
Hear  and  fulfil  thine  own  requeft. 

z   The  few  that  truly  call  thee  Lord, 
And  wait  thy  fanclifying  word, 
And  thee  their  utmolt  Saviour  own, 
Unite  and  perfect  them  in  one. 

3  O  let  them  all  thy  mind  exprefs, 
Stand  forth  thy  chofen  witneffes ; 
Thy  power  unto  falvation  mow, 
And  perfect  holinefs  below. 

4  In  them  let  all  mankind  behold, 
How  Chrifliaus  iiv'd  in  days  of  old  ■ 


PETITION.  IOI 

Mighty  their  envious  foes  to  move, 
A  proverb  of  reproach — and  love. 

5  O  might  my  Jot  be  caft  with  thefe, 
The  leaft  of  Jefu's  witnefTes  ! 

O  that  my  Lord  would  count  me  meet ; 
To  wafh  his  dear  difciples7  feet ! 

6  This  only  thing  do  I  require ; 

Thou  know'ft  'tis  all  my  heart's  defire. 
Freely  what  I  receive  to  give, 
The  fervant  of  thy  church  to  live : 

7  After  my  lowly  Lord  to  go, 
And  wait  upon  thy  faints  below, 
Enjoy  the  grace  to  angels  giv'n, 
And  ferve  the  royal  heirs  of  heav'n. 

8  Lord,  if  I  now  thy  drawings  feel, 
And  ailc  according  to  thy  will; 
Confirm  the  pray'r,  the  feal  impart, 
And  fpeak  the  anfwer  to  mv  heart, 

9  Tell  me,  or  thou  malt  never  go, 

"  Thy  pray'r  is  heard  ;  it  (hall  be  fo." 
The  words  have  pafs'd  thy  lips,  and  I 
Shall  with  thy  people  live  and  die. 

H  Y  M  N    CIII.     KingswoU 

EVER  fainting  with  dehre, 
For  thee,  O  C  brill,  I  calif 
Thee  I  rtttiefsly  require, 

I  want  my  God,   my  AIL 
JeiSj  dear  redeeming  Lord, 

I  wait  thy  coming  from  above, 
Help  ;■--.   Sivjour,  fpeak  the  wonjj 
c  141  love. 


102  PETITION* 

2  Wilt  thou  fuffer  me  to  go 

Lamenting  all  my  day6  ? - 
Shall  I  never,  never  know 

Thy  fanciifying  grace  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  the  light  afford, 

The  darknefs  from  my  foul  remove  ? 
Help  me,  Saviour,  fpeak  the  '.void  ^ 

And  perfect  me  in  love. 

3  Lord,  ii  I  on  thee  believe, 

The  fecond  gift  impart ; 
With  th*  indwelling  fpirit  give 

A  new,  a  contrite  heart  : 
If  with  love  thy  heart  is  (lor'd, 

if  now  o'er  me  thy  bowels  move, 
Help  me,   Saviour,  fpeak  the  word, 

And  perfect  me  in  love. 

4  Let  me  gain  my  calling's  hope, 

O  make  the  finner  clean  ! 
Dry  corruption's  fountain  up, 

Cue  off  til'  entail  of  iin  : 
Take  me  into  thee,  my  Lord, 

And  I  {hail  then  no  longer  rove  : 
Help  me,  Saviour,  fpeak  the  word, 

And  perfect  me  in  love. 

5  Thou,   my  life,  my  treafure  be, 

My  portion  here  below  ! 
Nothing  would  I  feek  but  thee, 

Thee  only  would  I  know  : 
My  exceeding  great  reward, 

My  hcav'n  on  earth,  my  heav'n  above  4 
Help  me,  Saviour,   ipeak  the  VQid, 

find  peifycl  cis'.ia  Iwvu. 


PETITION-  I03 

6  Grant  me  now  the  blifs  to  feel 

Of  thofe  that  are  in  thee ; 
Son  of  God,  thyfelf  reveal, 

Engrave  thy  name  on  me  ; 
As  in  heav'n  be  here  adoi-'d, 

And  let  me  now  the  promife  prove  ; 
Help  me,   Saviour,  fpeak  the  word, 

And  perfect  me  in  love, 

HYMN    CIV.     C.  M. 
t    TITY    God,  I  know,  I  feel  thee  mine* 
jLVJL    And  will  not  quit  my  claim, 
Till  all  I  have  is  loft  in  thine, 
And  all  renew'd  I  am. 

2  I  hold  thee  with  a  trembling  hands 

And  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  fteadfaftly  by  faith  I  ftand, 
And  all  thy  goodnefs  know. 

3  Jefu,  thine  all  victorious  love 

Shed  in  my  heart  abroad  1 
Then  fhall  my  feet  no  longer  roves 
Rooted  and  fix'd  in  God. 

4  O  that  in  me  the  facred  fire 

Might  now  begin  to  glow ! 
Burn  up  the  drofs  cf  bafe  deiire, 
And  make  the  mountains  flow  ! 

£   O  that  it  now  from  heaven  might  fall,    . 
And  all  my  fins  confume  : 
Come,   Holy  Ghoil,  for  thee  I  call, 
Spirit  of  burning,  come. 


1G4  PETITION.. 

6  Refining  fire,  go  through  my  heart, 

Illuminate  my  foul ; 
Scatter  thy  life  through  ev'ry  part, 
And  fan&ify  the  whole. 

7  Sorrow  and  fin  mail  then  expire, 

When  enterM  into  reft  ; 

I  only  live  my  God  t*  admire, 

My  God  for  ever  bled. 

$  My  fteadfaft  foul,  from  falling  free, 
Shall  then  no  longer  move; 
But  Chrift  be  all  the  world  to  me, 
And  all  my  heart  be  love. 

H  Y  M  N     CV.      Shepherd  of  Jfrash 

I    "TXT  HAT  now  is  my  obje£i  and  aim  ? 
V  t       What  now  is  my  hope  and  defire.} 
To  follow  the  heavenly  Lamb, 
And  after  his  image  aipire  : 
Mv  hope  is  all  center'd  in  thee.; 

I  truiv  to  recover  thy  love  ; 
On  earth  thy  falvaticn  to  fee, 
And  then  to  e;;jcy  thee  above- 

3    I  thirft  for  a  life-giving  God, 

A  God  that  on  Calvary  dy'd  ; 
A  fountain  of  water  and  blood, 

Which  guiYd  from  Immanuel'a  fid* } 
I  gafp  for  the  ftream  of  thy  love, 

Tue  fpirlt  of  rapture  unknown  -r 
And  then  to  re-drink  it  above, 

Eternally  frefa  from  the  throve. 


rETITION,  IO5 

H  Y  M  N     CVI.     Bradford 

i    TESU,  thy  boundlefs  love  to  me 

J    No  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue  declare? 
O  knit  my  thankful  heart  to  thee, 

And  reign  without  a  rival  there  ! 
Thine  wholly,  thine  alone  I  am  ; 
Be  thou  alone  my  conftant  flame  ! 

2  O  grant  that  nothing  in  my  foul 

May  dwell,  but  thy  pure  love  alone ! 
O  may  thy  love  pofTefs  me  whole  ! 

My  joy,  my  treafure,  and  my  crown  : 
Strange  flames  far  from  my  heart  remove  5 
My  ev'ry  a&,  word,  thought,  be  love. 

3  O  love,  how  cheering  is  thy  ray  ! 

All  pain  before  thy  prefence  flies ;' 
Gare,  anguifh,  forrow,  melt  away, 

Where'er  thy  healing  beams  arife  : 
O  Jefu,  nothing  may  I  fee, 
Nothing  defire  or  feek  but  thee! 

4.  Unweary'd  may  I  this  purfue, 

Dauntiefs  to  the  high  prize  afpire  * 
Hourly  within  my  foul  renew 

This  holy  flame,  this  heav'nly  fire  4- 
And  day  and  night  be  all  my  care 
To  guard  this  facred  treafure  there. 

5   O  that  I  as  a  little  child 

May  follow  thee  and  never  reft, 
Till  fweetly  thou  haft  breath'd  thy  mild 

And  lowly  mind  into  my  breaft  ! 
Nor  ever  may  we  parted  be, 
Til;  I  become  one  fpir'i  with  thee- 


6  Still  let  thy  love  point  out  my  way  j 

How  wond'rousthingsthy  love  hath  wrought 
Still  lead  me  left  I  go  aftray  j 

Direct  my  word,  infpire  my  thought ; 
And  if  I  fall,  foon  may  I  hear 
Thy  voice,  and  know  that  love  is  near. 

7  In  fufPring  be  thy  love  my  peace, 

In  weaknefs  be  thy  love  my  pow'r, 
And  when  the  florins  of  life  (hall  ceafe, 

Jefu,  in  that  important  hour, 
In  death,  as  life,  be  thou  my  guide, 
And  fave  me,  who  for  me  haft  dy'd  ! 

HYMN    CVII.     L.  M. 

1  T  TOLY,  and  true,  and  righteous  Lord, 
JL  Jl    I  wait  to  prove  thy  perfect  will ; 
Be  mindful  of  thy  gracious  word. 

And  ftamp  me  with  thy  Spirit's  feah  - 

2  Open  my  faith's  interior  eye  : 

Difplay  thy  glory  from  above  ; 
And  all  I  am  mail  fink  and  die, 
Loft  in  aftonifhmtnt  and  love  ! 

3  Confound,  c'erpow'r  me  by  thy  grace  • 

I  would  be  by  my f elf  abhorr'd  ; 
All  might,  all  majefty,  all  praife, 
All  glory  be  to  Chrift  my  Lord  ! 

4  Now  let  me  gain  perfection's  height; 

Now  let  me  into  nothing  fall, 
As  leis  than  nothing  in  my  fight, 
And  feel  that  Chrift  is  all  in  aHl 


■s 


PETITION.  107 

HYMN      GVIII.      Hotham. 
A  V  1  O  U  R   of  the  fin-fick  foul, 


Give  me  faith  to  make  me  whole  i 
Finifh  thy  great  work  of  grace ! 
Cut  it  fhort  in  righteoufnefs. 
z   Speak  the  fecond  time,  "  Be  clean  !" 
Take  away  my  inbred  fin  ; 
Ev'ry  ftumbling-block  remove  ; 
Call  it  out  by  perfect  love. 

3  Nothing  lefs  will  I  requirej 
Nothing  more  can  I  defire  : 
None  but  Chrift  to  me  be  giv'n ; 
None  but  Chrift  in  earth  or  heav'n. 

4  O  that  I  might  now  decreafe  ! 
O  that  all  I  am  might  ceafe ! 
Let  me  into  nothing  fall ! 
Let  my  Lord  be  all  in  all ! 


HYMN    CIX.     C.  M. 


L 


To  all  thy  people  known  ; 
A  reft  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 

And  thou  art  lov'd  alone. 
A  reft  where  all  our  foul's  defire 

Is  fix'd  on  things  above  ; 
Where  fear,  and  fin,  and  grief  expire, 

Caft  out  by  perfect  love. 
O  that  I  now  the  reft  might  know, 

Believe  and  enter  in  ! 
Now,   Saviour,  now  the  pow'r  kftow. 

And  let  me  ceafe  from  fin. 
K 


108  PETITION. 

4  Remove  this  hardnefs  from  my  heart, 

This  unbelief  remove  ; 
To  me  the  reft  of  faith  impart, 
The  fabbath  of  thy  love. 

5  I  would  be  thine,  thou  know'ft  I  would. 

And  have  thee  all  my  own  ; 
Thee,  O  my  all-fufficient  good, 
I  want,  and  thee  alone. 

6  Thy  name  to  me,  thy  nature  grant ! 

This,  only  this,  be  giv'n  ; 
Nothing  befide  my  God  I  want, 
Nothing  in  earth  or  heav'n. 

7  Come,  O  my  Saviour,  come  away, 

Into  my  foul  defcend  ! 
No  longer  from  thy  creature  flay, 
My  author  and  my  end  ! 

8  Come,   Father,   Son,   and  Holy  Ghofl, 

\nd  feal  me  thine  abode; 
Let  all  I  am  in  thee  be  loft, 
Let  all  be  loft  in  God  ! 

HYMN     CX.     C.  M. 
JOYFUL    found  of  gofpel-graGC; 
Chrift  (hall  in  me  appear ! 
I,   even  I,  fnall  fee  his  face  ; 
I  mail  be  holy  here. 

2  The  glorious  crown  of  righteoufnefs 

To  me  re?.ch'd  out  I  view  ; 
Conqu'ror  through  him,  1  foon  mall  feize 
And  wear  it  as  my  due. 

3  The  promis'd  land  from  Pifgah's  Zap 

I  now  exult  to  fee  : 


PETITION.  IOC/ 

My  hope  is  full  ( O  glorious  hope ) 

Of  immortality. 
He  vifits  now  this  houfe  of  clay  ; 

He  makes  his  future  home  : 
O  wouldft  thou,   Lord,  on  this  glad  day, 

Into  thy  temple  come. 

With  me,  I  know,  I  feel  thou  art, 

But  this  cannot  fufSce, 
Unlefs  thou  planteil  in  my  heart 

A  conllant  paradife. 

My  earth  thou  wat'reft  from  on  high, 

But  make  it  all  a  pool : 
Spring  up,  O  well,   I  ever  cry, 

Spring  up  within  my  foul. 

Come,  O  my  God,   thyfelf  reveal ! 

Fill  all  this  mighty  void  : 
Thou  only  canft  my  fpirit  fill ; 

Come,  O  my  God,  my  God  ! 

Fulfil,  fulfil  my  large  defires, 

Large  as  infinity  ; 
Give,  give  me  all  my  foul  requires, 

All,  all  that  is  in  thee  ! 

HYMN     CXI.     C.  M. 
ESU3    hath  dy'd  that  I  might  live, 
Might  live  to  God  alone; 
In  him  eternal  life  receive, 

And  be  in  fpirit  one. 
Saviour,   I  thank  thee  for  the  grace, 

The  gift  unfpeakable  ; 
And  wait  with  arms  of  faith  t'  embrace 
And  all  thy  love  to  feel. 


HO  PETITION. 

3  My  foul  breaks  out  in  ftrong  defire, 

The  perfect  blifs  to  prove ; 
My  longing  heart  is  all  on  fire, 
To  be  diffolv'd  in  love. 

4  Give  me  thyfelf,  from  ev'ry  boaft, 

From  ev'ry  fin  fet  free  ; 

Let  all  I  am  in  thee  be  loft, 

But  give  thyfelf  to  me. 

5  Thy  gifts,  alas!   cannot  fuffice, 

Unlefs  thyfelf  be  giv'n  ; 
Thy  prefence  makes  my  paradife, 
And  where  thou  art  is  heav'n  ! 

HYMN     CXII.     Smlthfield's. 

1  HF^HOU  great,  myfterious  God  unknowr 

I       Whofe  love  hath  gently  led  me  on, 
Ev'n  from  my  infant  days ; 
Mine  inmcft  foul  expofe  to  view, 
And  tell  me  if  I  never  knew 
Thy  juftifying  grace. 

2  If  I  have  only  known  thy  fear, 
And  follow'd  with  an  heart  fmcere, 

Thy  drawing  from  above  ; 
Now,   now  the  farther  grace  bellow, 
And  let  my  fprinkled  conscience  know, 

Thy  fweet  forgiving  love. 

3  Short  of  thy  love  I  would  not  ftop, 
A  ilranger  to  the  gofpel  hope, 

The  fenfe  of  fin  forgiv'n  :    r 
I  wquld  not,  Lore,  my  foul  deceivc3 
Without  thy  iiiward  witnefs  live, 

That  antepaft  of  hcav'i 


PETITION. 

If  now  the  witnefs  were  in  me, 
Would  he  not  teftify  of  thee, 

In  Jefus  reconcil'd  ? 
And  ihould  I  not  with  faith  draw  nigh, 
And  boldly,  Abba,  Father,  cry,  ; 

I  know  myfelf  thy  child  ? 
Ah  !    never  let  thy  fervant  reft, 
Till  of  my  part  in  Chrift  poffefs'd, 

I  on  thy  mercy  feed  : 
Unworthy  of  the  crumbs  that  fall, 
Yet  rais'd  by  him  who  dy'd  for  all, 

To  eat  the  children's  bread. 
Whate'er  obftructs  thy  pard'ning  love, 
Or  fin,   or  righteoufnefs,  remove, 

Thy  glory  to  difplay  : 
Mine  heart  of  unbelief  convince, 
And  now  abfolve  me  from  my  fins, 
-  And  take  them  all  away. 

HYMN     CXIII.     L.  M. 

Y  hope,   my  All,   rr.v  Saviour  thou, 
To  thee,  3o  !    now  my  foul  I  bow  ; 
I  feel  the  blifs  thy  wounds  impart, 
I  iirid  thee,   Saviour,   in  my  heart. 
':   Be  thou  my  ftrength,  be  thou  my  way, 
Protect,  me  through  my  life's  fhort  clay ; 
In  all  my  a&s  may  wifdom  guide, 
And  keep  me,   Saviour,  near  thy  tide. 
Correct;,  reprove,  and  comfort  me  ; 
As  I  have  need,  my  Saviour  be  : 
And  if  I  would  from  thee  depart, 
Then  clafp  me,  Saviour,  to  thy  he*r&. 

K    2 


112  ,      PETITION. 

4  In  fierce  temptation's  darkeft  hom, 
Save  me  from  fin  and  Satan's  pow'r ; 
Tear  every  idol  from  thy  throne, 
And  reign,  my  Saviour — reign  alone* 

5  My  fuff'ring  time  (hall  foon  be  o'er, 
Then  (hall  I  figh  and  weep  no  more  : 
My  ranfom'd  foul  fhall  foar  away, 
To  fing  thy  praife  in  endlefs  day. 

HYMN    CXIV.     C.  M. 

i     JESUS,    the  all-fuftaining  Word, 
J     My  fallen  fpirit's  hope, 
After  thy  lovely  likenefs,   Lord, 
O  when  fhall  I  wake  up  ? 

2  Thou,  O  my  God,  thou  only  art 

The  life,  the  truth,  the  way  ; 
Quicken  my  foul,  'inllruft  my  heart, 
My  finking  footfleps  (lay. 

3  Of  all  tnou  haft  in  earth  below, 

In  heav'n  above  to  give, 
Give  me  thine  only  felf  to  know. 
In  thee  to  walk  and  live. 

4  Fill  me  with  all  the  life  of  love, 

In  myftic  union  join 
Me  to  thyfelf,  and  let  me  prove 
The  fdlowmip  divine. 

5  Open  the  intercourfe  between 

My  longing  foul  and  thee, 
Never  to  be  broke  off  again 
Trough  all  eternity. 


PETITION.  113 

HYMN    CXV.     C.  M. 

i    y  T  O  W    vain  are  all  things  here  below, 
Jl    How  faife,  and  yet  how  fair! 
Each  pleafure  hath  its  poifon  too. 
And  cv'ry  fweet  a  fnare. 

2  The  brlghtefl  things  below  the  iky 

Give  but  a  flatt'ring  light; 
We  mould  fufpecl:  fome  danger  nigh? 
Where  we  poffefs  xlelight. 

3  Our  deareft  joys,  and  neareft  friends. 

The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds. 
And  leave  but  half  for  God! 

4  The  fondnefs  of  a  creature's  love, 

How  ftrong  it  ftrikes  the  f£nfe  I 
Thither  the  warm  affeclions  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour,,  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  foul's  eternal  food  ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 

H  Y  M  N     CXVI.     Pqffam, 

A    L  L  ye  that  pafs  by, 
2.  Jl    To  Jefus  draw  nigh  ; 
To  you  is  it  nothing  that  jefus  fhould  dk.l 
Your  ranfom  ar.d  peace, 
•    Your  furety  he  is, 
Come  fee  if  there  ever  was  forrow  like  his. 


K.f  4  PETITION. 

z       For  what  you  have  done. 

His  blood  muft  atone  ; 
The  Father  hath  punifh'd  for  you  his  dear  So 

The  Lord,  in  the  day 

Of  his  anger,  did  lay 
Your  fins  on  the  Lamb,  and  he  bore  them  awa 

3        He  anfwer'd  for  all, 

O  come  at  his  call, 
And  low  at  his  crofs  with  aftonifhment  fall 

But  life  up  your  eyes 

At  jefus's  cries, 
ImpafHve  he  fuffers,  immortal  he  die* 

\       Pie  dies  to  atone 

For  fins  not  his  own  ,  [done. 

Your  debt  he  hath  paid,  and  your  work  he  hath 

Ye  all  may  receive 

The  peace  he  did  leave, 
Who  made  intercefiion,  "  My  Father,  forgive.3 

5  For  you  and  for  m; 
He  pray'd  on  the  tree  ; 

His  prayer  is  accepted,  the  (inner  is  free. 

The  finner  am  I, 

Yv  ho  on  Jefus  rely, 
And  come  for  the  pardon  God  cannot  deny. 

6  My  pardon  I  claim, 
For  a  finner  I  arn, 

A  fanner  believing  in  Jefus's  name. 

He  purchas'd  the  grace, 

Which  .w.v  I  embrace; 
O  Father,  thou  kr.owHl  he  hath  dy'&in  my  place 


PETITION.  II5 

'  His  death  is  my  plea, 
My  advocate  fee,  [me  ; 

And  hear  the  blood  fpeak  that  hath  anfwei'd  for 
Acquitted  I  was 
When  he  bled  on  the  crofs, 

And  by  lofing  his  life  lie  hath  carry'd  my  caufe. 

HYMN    CXVII.     L.  M. 

2    ~\  T  T  HEN,  gracious  Lord,  when  (hall  it  be, 
V  V      That  I  (hall  find  my  all  in  thee  ? 
The  fulnefs  of  thy  promife  prove, 
The  feal  of  thine  eternal  love  ? 

2  A  poor  blind  child  I  wander  here, 
If  haply  I  may  feel  thee  near  : 

0  dark  !   dark  !   dark  !    I  (till  muft  fay, 
Amidft  the  blaze  of  gofpel-day, 

3  Thee,  only  thee  I  fain  would  find, 
And  call  the  world  and  flefh  behind  : 
Thou,  only  thou  to  me  be  giv'n, 
Of  all  thou  hail  in  earth  or  heav'n. 

4  When  from  the  arm  of  flefh  fet  free, 
jtfu,  my  foul  mall  fly  to  thee  : 
Jefu,  when  I  have  loft  my  all, 

1  ihalj  upon  thy  bofom  fall. 

HYMN    CXVIII.     L.  M. 

Horn  man  forfakes  thou  wilt  not  leave, 
eady  the  outcafts  to  receive  j 
y  fimplenefs  I  own, 
dts  to  thee  are  known. 


l6  PETITION. 

Ah  !   wherefore  did  I  ever  doubt  ? 
Thou  wilt  in  no  wife  caft  me  out, 
An  helplefs  foul  that  comes  to  thee, 
With  only  fin  and  inifery. 

Lord,  I  am  fick,  my  ficknefs  cure  : 
I  want,  do  thou  enrich  the  poor : 
Under  thy  mighty  hand  I  {loop  ; 
O  lift  the  aojeft  {inner  up  ! 

.  Lord,   I  am  blind,  be  thou  my  fight ! 
Lord,  I  am  weak,  be  thou  my  might ! 
A  helper  of  the  helplefs  be, 
And  let  me  find  my  all  in  thee  ! 

HYMN    CXIX.     C.  M. 

JESUS,    Redeemer  of  mankind, 
Difplay  thy  faving  pow'r  ; 
Thy  mercy  let  thefe  our-cafts  find, 
And  know  their  gracious  hour. 

!   Ah!   give  them,  Lord,  a  longer  fpace, 
Nor  fuddenly  confume  ; 
But  let  them  take  the  proffer' d  grace, 
And  flee  the  wrath  to  come. 

»   O  wouldft  thou  caft  a  pitying  look 
(All  goodnefs  as  thou  art) 
Like  that  which  faitblefs  Peter's  broke, 
On  each  obdurate  heart ! 

\.  Who  thee  beneath  their  feet  have  trod, 
And  crucify'd  afrefh, 
Touch  with  thine  all-victorio  >d» 

And  turn  the  ftone  to  nV 


PETITION.  117 

Open  their  eyes,  and  ears,  to  fee 

Thy  crofs,  to  hear  thy  cries  : 
Sinner,  thy  Saviour  weeps  for  thee, 

For  thee  he  weeps  and  dies. 

All  the  day  long  he  meekly  {lands 

His  rebels  to  receive, 
And  mews  his  wounds,  and  fpreads  his  hands^ 

And  bids  you  turn  and  live. 

Turn,  and  your  fins  of  deepeft  die 

He  will  with  blood  efface  ; 
Even  now  he  waits  the  blood  t*  apply, 

Be  fav'd,  be  fav'd  by  grace. 

Be  fav'd  from  hell,  from  fin  and  fear ; 

He  fpeaks  you  now  forgiv'n  ; 
Walk  before  God,  be  perfect  here, 

And  then  come  up  to  heav'n. 

H  Y  M  N     CXX.      H2/7.  Pfalm. 

OGOD  of  good,  the  unfathom'd  ft  a, 
Who  would  not  give  his  heart  to  thee! 
Who  would  not  love  thee  with  his  might, 
O  jefu,  lover  of  mankind  ? 
Who  would  not  his  whole  foul  and  mind, 
With  all  his  ftrength  to  thee  unite  ? 

Thou  Puin'ft  with  everlafting  rays  ; 
Before  the  unfuffei-able  blaze, 

Angels  with  both  wings  veil  their  eyes.; 

:t  '-  -ce  as  air  thy  bounty  ftreams 

>.y  works  :   thy  mercy's  beams 

Diffuiive  as*  the  fun's,    ?.r:fe 


I  1  8  PETITION. 

3  Attonifh'd  at  thy  frowning  brow, 

Earth,  hell,  and  heav'n's  ilrong  pillars  bow. 

Terrible  majefly  is  thine  ! 
Who  then  can  that  vaft  love  exprefs, 
Which  bows  thee  down  to  me,  who  lefs 

Than  nothing  am,  till  thou  art  mine  ! 

4  High  thron'd  on  heavVs  eternal  hill, 
In  number,  weight,  and  meafure  ftill, 

Thou  fweetly  order'ft  all  that  is  : 
And  yet  thou  deign'ft  to  come  to  me, 
And  guide  my  {leps,  that  I  with  thee 

Enthron'd  may  reign  in  endlefs  blifs. 

HYMN     CXXI.      Pqffion. 

1  ^"^    JESUS,  my  reft, 
V_y    How  unfpeakably  blelt 

Is  the  fmner  that  comes  to  be  hid  in  thy  breaft 

2  I  come  at  thy  call, 
At  thy  feet  do  I  fall, 

And  believe  and  confefs  thee  my'God  and  my  Al 

3  Thou  art  Mary's  good  part, 
The  thing  needful  thou  art, 

The  defire  of  my  eyes,  and  the  joy  cf  my  hear 

4  My  comfort  and  {lay, 
My  life  and  my  way, 

My  crown  of  rejoicing  in  that  happy  day. 

5  Health,  pardon,  and  peace 
In  thee  I  pofTefs  ; 

J.  can  have  nothing  more,  I  will  have  nothing  lei 

•  6    I  (land  in  thy  might, 

I  walk  in  thy  light, 

And  all  heav'n  I  claim  in  thy  Gcd-givtfi£  vigh 


PETITION.  II9 

HYMN    CXXII.     L.  M. 

For  more  Labourers. 
J    TESU,  thy  wand'ring  fheep  behold  ! 
J    See,  Lord,  with  yearning  bowels  fee, 
Poqr  fouls  that  cannot  find  the  fold, 
Till  fought  and  gather' d  in  by  thee. 

2  Loft  are  they  now,  and  fcatter'd  wide, 

In  pain,  and  wearinefs,  and  want ; 
With  no  kind  Shepherd  near  to  guide 
The  fick,  and  fpiritlefs,  and  faint. 

3  Thou,  only  thou,  the  kind  and  good, 

And  fheep-redeeming  Shepherd  art  ; 
Collect  thy  flock,  and  give  them  food, 
And  paftors  after  thine  own  heart. 

4  Give  the  pure  word  of  general  grace, 
And  great  fiiall  be  the  preachers'  crowd  : 

Preachers  who  all  the  fmful  race, 
Point  to  the  all-atoning  blood. 

5  Open  their  mouth  and  utterance  give, 

Give  them  a  trumpet-voice  to  call 
A  world,  who  all  may  turn  and  live, 
Through  faith  in  him  who  dy'd  for  all. 

6  In  every  meffenger  reveal 

The  grace  they  preach  divinely  free  ; 
That  each  may  by  thy  Spirit  tell, 
*<  Ke  dy'd  for  all  who  dy'd  for  me." 

A  double  portion  from  above 

Of  that  all-quick'ning  Spirit  impart  •, 

Shed  forth  thine  universal  love 
In  ev'rv  faith fH  Fader's  heart 
I. 


120  PETITION. 

8  Thy  only  glory  let  them  feek, 

O  let  their  hearts  with  love  o'erflow ; 
Let  them  believe,  and  therefore  fpeak, 
And  fpread  thy  mercy's  praife  below. 

HYMN    CXXIII.     S.  M. 

Nativity-  Hy  mn . 

FATHER,    our  hearts  we  lift 
Up  to  thy  gracious  throne, 
9  And  thank  thee  for  the  precious  gift 
Of  thine  incarnate  Son  ; 
The  gift  unfpeakable 
We  thankfully  receive, 
And  to  the  world  thy  goodnefs  tell. 
And  to  thy  glory  live. 

2  Jefus  the  holy  child 
Doth  by  his  birth  declare, 

That  God  and  man  are  reconcil'd, 

And  one  in  him  we  are  : 

Salvation  through  his  name 

To  all  mankind  is  given, 
And  loud  his  infant-cries  proclaim, 

A  peace  'twixt  earth  and  heaven. 

3  A  pence  on  earth  he  brings, 
Which  never  more  (hall  end  : 

The  Lord  of  holts,  the  King  of  kings. 
Declares  himfelf  our  friend  : 
A  flume:  cur  fiefh  and  blood, 
That  we  his  Spirit  may  gain  : 

The  everlafting  Son  of  God, 
The  mortal  Son  of  man. 
4.       His  kingdom  from  above 
He  doth  to  us  impart, 


PETITION.  121 

And  pure  benevolence  and  love. 
O'erflow  the  faithful  heart : 
Chang'd  in  a  moment,  we 
The  fweet  attraction  find, 

With  open  arms  of  charity- 
Embracing  all  mankind. 

5       O  might  they  all  receive 

The  new-born  Prince  of  Peace, 
And  meekly  in  his  fpirit  live, 
And  in  his  love  increafe ! 
Till  he  convey  us  home, 
Cry  ev'ry  foul  aloud, 
Come,  thou  defire  of  nations,  come, 
And  take  us  up  to  God. 

HYMN    CXXIV.     S.  M. 
For  more  Labourers. 

1  T     ORDof  the  harveft,  hear 
\  j   Thy  needy  fervants'  cry, 
Anfwer  our  faith's  effectual  pray'r, 

And  all  our  wants  fupply. 

2  On  thee  we  humbly  wait, 

Our  wants  are  in  thy  view  : 
The  harveft,  truly,   Lord,  is  great, 
The  labourers  are  few, 

3  Convert  and  fend  forth  more 

Into  thy  church  abroad, 
And  let  them  fpeak  thy  word  of  pow-'r 
As  workers  with  their  God. 

4  Give  the  pure  gpfpel-word, 

The  word  of  gen'ral  grace  ; 


122  PETITION. 

There  let  them  preach  the  common  Lord, 
Saviour  of  human  race. 
5   O  let  them  fpread  thy  name, 
Their  mifiion  fully  prove, 
Thy  univerfal  grace  proclaim, 
Thine  all-redeeming  love. 

HYMN    CXXV.     L.  M. 

For  ajick  Per/on. 

1  O  E  E,  gracious  Lord  with  pitying  eyes, 
C3    Beneath  thy  hand  a  fufFerer  lies, 
Thy  mercy,  not  thine  anger,  proves  ; 
And  fick  is  he  whom  Jefus  loves. 

2  His  to  thine  own  afflictions  join, 
Accept,  exalt,  and  call  them  thine  : 
Thy  paffion  which  remains  fulfil, 
And  fuffer  in  thy  members  ftill. 

3  His  ficknefs  feel,  endure  his  pain, 
His  burden  bear,  his  crofs  fuilain  : 
Grieve  m  his  griefs,  and  figh  his  fighs, 
And  breathe  his  wifhes  to  the  fkies. 

4  Enter  his  heart,  poffefs  him  whole, 
Infpire  and  actuate  kis  foul ; 
Himfelf  no  longer  let  it  be, 
That  fufFers,  or  that  lives,  but  thee. 

5  Thyfelf  through  fufferings  perfect  made, 
Conform  him  thus  to  thee  his  head ; 
Refine,  and  raife  his  virtue  higher, 
When  try'd  and  purify'd  by  fire. 

6  So  when  his  eyes  behold  thee  near, 
And  thou  his  hidden  life  appear  ; 
Bright  in  thy  likenefs  fhall  he  fnine, 
And  glorious  all,  and  all  divine. 


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REJOICING.  123 

REJOICING. 

HYMN    CXXVI.     S.  M. 

O  M  E,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 


And  let  your  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  fong  with  fweet  accord, 
While  ye  furround  his  throne ; 
Let  thofe  refufe  to  fing 

Who  never  knew  our  God ; 
But  fervants  of  the  heav'nly  King 
May  fpeak  their  joys  abroad. 

2  The  God  that  rules  on  high, 

That  all  the  earth  furveys, 
That  rides  upon  the  ftormy  fky, 
And  calms  the  roaring  feas  : 
This  awful  God  is  ours, 
Our  Father  and  our  Love  : 
He  will  fend  down  his  heav'nly  pow'rs 
To  carry  us  above. 

J  There  we  fhall  fee  his  face, 
And  never,  never  fin  ! 
There,  from  tkt  rivers  of  his  grace, 
Drink  endlefs  pleafures  in  : 
Yea,  and  before  we  rife 
To  that  immortal  ftate, 
The  thoughts  of  fuch  amazing  hlifs 
Should  confta ::.'<:  joys  create. 

4  The  men  of  grace  have  fuund 
Glory  begun  below  : 
Celeftfal  fruit  on  earthly  ground 

From  faith  and  hope  may  grow : 
L  2 


124  REJOICING. 

Then  let  our  fongs  abound, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  grout 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

HYMN    CXXV1I.     L.  M. 


1  T  T  A  PPY  the  man  that  finds  the  grace, 
JL  X    The  bleffing  of  God's  chofen  race, 
The  wifdom  coming  from  above, 

The  faith  that  fweetly  works  by  love. 

2  Happy  beyond  description  he, 

Who  knows  the  Saviour  dy'd  for  me, 
The  gift  unfpeakable  obtains, 
And  heav'nly  underftanding  gains. 

3  Wifdom  divine  !  Who  tells  the  price 
Of  wifdom's  coitly  merchandife  ? 
Wifdom  to  filver  we  prefer, 

And  gold  is  drofs  compar'd  to  her. 

4  Her  hands  are  fill'd  with  length  of  day?. 
True  riches  and  immortal  praife  : 
Riches  cf  Chrift  on  all  beilow'd, 

And  honour  that  defcends  from  God. 

5  To  pureft  joys  fhe  all  invites, 
Qhalte,  holy,  Spiritual  delights  ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pieafantnefs, 
And  all  her  flow'ry  paths  are  peace. 

6  Happy  the  man  who  wifdom  gains ; 
Thrice  happy  who  his  gueft  retains  ; 
He  owns,  and  fhall  for  ever  own, 
V.rifdc;rTj  and  Chrift,  an$  heav'n  are  one. 


REJOICING.,  125 

HYMN    CXXVIII.     C.  U. 

t   TTAPPY  the  fouls  to  Jefus  join'd, 
X  X   And  fav'd  by  grace  alone  ; 
Walking  in  all  his  ways,  they  find 
Their  heav'n  on  earth  begun. 

2  The  church  triumphant  in  thy  love, 

Their  mighty  joys  we  know  ; 
They  fing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above, 
And  we  in  hymns  below. 

3  Thee  in  thy  glorious  realm  they  praife, 

And  bow  before  thy  throne  ! 
We  in  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace  ; 
The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 

4  The  holy  to  the  holi'fl  leads  ; 

From  thence  our  fpirits  rife  ; 

And  he  that  in  thy  ftatutes  treads, 

Shall  meet  thee  in  the  fkies. 

H  Y  M  N    CXXIX.     Mlfs  Edwins, 

1  X  £  T  earth  and  heav'n  agree, 
JL-*  Angels  and  men  be  join'd, 
To  celebrate  with  me 

TLe  Saviour  of  mankind  : 
T*  adore  the  all-atoning  Lamb, 
And  blefs  the  found  of  Jefu's  name., 

2  Jefus  !  tranfporting  found  ! 

The  jay  of  earth  and  heav'n  ; 
No  other  help  is  found, 
No  other  name  is  giv'n, 
Fy  which  we  can  falvation  have, 
f:  at  jeuij  com?  she  world  to  fcree. 


126  REJOICING. 

3  Jefus  t  harmonious  name  ! 

It  charms  the  hofts  above  ; 
They  evermore  proclaim, 

And  wonder  at  his  love  : 
'Tis  all  their  happinefs  to  gaze, 
'Tis  heav'n  to  fee  our  Jefu's  face. 

4  His  name  the  finner  hears, 

And  is  from  fin  fet  free; 
'Tis  mufic  in  his  ears ; 

'Tis  life  and  victory  ; 
New  fongs  do  now  his  lips  employ. 
And  dances  his  glad  heart  for  joy. 

5  Stung  by  the  fcorpion  fin, 

My  poor  expiring  foul 
The  balmly  found  drinks  in, 
A  nd  is  at  once  made  whole ; 
See  there,  my  Lord  upon  the  tree  ! 
I  hear,  I  feel  he  dy'd  for  me*. 

6  O  unexampl'd  love  ! 

O  all-redeeming  grace  ! 
How  fwfftly  clklil  thou  move 

To  fave  a  fallen  race  ; 
What  (hall  I  do  to  make  it  known, 
What  thou  for  all  mankind  haft  done  ? 

7  O  for  a  trumpet-voice, 

On  all  the  world  to  call ; 
To  bid  their  hearts  rejoice 

In  him  who  dy'd  for  all ! 
For  all  my  Lord  was  crucify'd  ! 
For  all,  for  all  tv  Saviour  dy'd  ! 


REJOICING.  127 

S       To  ferve  thy  blefTed  will, 

Thy  dying  love  to  praife, 
Thy  counfel  to  fulfil, 
And  minifter  thy  grace, 
Freely  what  I  receive  to  give, 
The  life  of  heav'n  on  earth  I  live. 

HYMN     CXXX.      Fonman. 

1  A    RISE,  my  foul,  arife, 
JLjL   Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears, 

The  bleeding  Sacrifice 
In  my  behalf  appears  ; 
'    Before  the  throne  my  furety  {lands  : 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above 

For  me  to  intercede  ; 
His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood  to  plead  ; 
His  blood  aton'd  for  all  our  race, 
And  fpnnkles  now  the  throne  of  grace, 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Receiv'd  on  Calvary  : 
They  pour  effectual  pray'rs, 

They  ftrongly  fpeak  for  me  : 
Forgive  him,   O  forgive,  they  cry  1 
Nor  let  that  ranfom'd  finner  die. 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  one  ; 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  prefence  of  his  Son  : 
His  Spirit  anfwers  to  the  blood. 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  cf  God. 


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128  REJOICING. 

5       My  God  is  reccncil'd, 

His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear  j 
He  owns  me  for  his  child, 
I  can  no  longer  fear  ; 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba  Father  !   ciy. 

H  Y  M  N    CXXXI.     PcjfiGii. 

Y  God  I  am  thine, 
What  a  comfort  divine  ! 
What  a  bleffing  to  know  that  my  Jefus  is  mine  \ 
In  the  heavenly  Lamb 
Thrice  happy  I  am,  (namei 

And  my  heart  doth  rejoice  at  the  found  of  hi;l 

2  True  pleafures  abound 
In  the  rapturous  found  ; 

And  whoever  hath  found  it,  hath  paradife  found. 

My  Jefus  to  know, 

And  feel  his  blood  flow, 
'Tis  life  everlafting,  'tis  heav'n  below  ! 

3  Yet  onward  I  hafte 
To  the  heav'nly  feaft  ; 

That,  that  is  the  fulnefs  ;  but  this  is  the  tafte  ; 

And  this  1  (hall  prove, 

Till  with  joy  I  remove 
To  the  heaven  of  heavens  in  Jefus's  love. 

HYMN    CXXXII.     C.  M. 

H  Y  ceafelefs,  unexhauiled  love, 
Unmerited  and  free, 
Delights  our  evil  to  remove. 
And  heta  our  mifcrv. 


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REJOICING.  I29 

1 2  Thou  waiteil  to  be  gracious  flill  ; 
Thou  doft  with  finners  bear^ 
That  fav'd,  we  may  thy  goodnefs  feel, 
And  all  thy  grace  declare. 

3  Thy  goodnefs  and  thy  truth  to  me, 

To  ev'ry  foul  abound  ; 
A  vaft,  unfathomable  fea, 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd* 

4  Its  ftreams  the  whole  creation  reach, 

So  plent'ous  is  the  ftore  ; 
Enough  for  all,  enough  for  each, 
Enough  for  evermore  ! 

5  Faithful,  O  Lord,  thy  mercies  are, 
A  rock  that  cannot  move  ; 

A  thoufand  promifes  declare 
Thy  conftancy  of  love  ! 

6  Throughout  the  univerfe  it  reigns, 

Unalterably  fure  ; 
And  while  the  truth  of  God  remains^ 
His  goodnefs  muil  endure. 

HYMN     CXXXII1.      Port/mouth. 

E  J  O  I  C  E,  the  Lord  is  King, 
Your  Lord  and  King  adore  ; 
Mortals,  give  thanks  and  fmg, 
And  triumph  evermore  ': 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  again  I  fay,  rejoice  ! 
2        Tefus  the  Saviour  reicrns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love, 
When  he  had  purged  our  ftains, 
He  took  his  feat  above  : 
Lift  up,  &ic. 


R 


His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav'n  : 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jefus  giv'n  : 
Lift  up,   &c. 
He  fits  at  God's  right-hand, 

Till  all  his  foes  fubmit  : 
And  bow  to  his  command, 

And  fall  beneath  his  feet : 
Lift  up,  &c. 
He  all  his  foes  (hall  quell, 

Shall  all  our  fins  deftroy  ; 
And  ev'ry  bofom  fwell 

With  pure  feraphic  joy  : 
Lift  up,  &c. 
Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 

Jefus  the  Judge  mall  come  ; 
And  take  his  fervants  up 

To  their  eternal  home* 
We  foon  fhall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  fhall  found,  Rejoice  I 

HYMN    CXXXIV.     Pajwa. 


o 


TELL  me  no  more 
Of  this  world's  vain  ftore, 
The  time  for  fuch  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er ; 
A  country  I've  found, 
Where  true  joys  abound, 
To  dwell  I'm  determin'd  on  that  happy  grc 
2 "      The  fouls  that  believe, 
In  paradife  live, 
And  me  :'n  i<>>\7\h:^  ■' uijf-^- 


REJOICING.  131 

My  foul  don't  delay, 
He  calls  thee  away, 
Rife,  follow  thy  Saviour,  and  blefs  the  glad  day. 

3  No  mortal  doth  know 

What  he  can  bellow,  [go  : 

What  light,  ftrength,  and  comfort,  go  after  him, 

Lo,  onward  I  move 

To  a  country  above,  [prove. 

None  gueffes  how  wond'rous  my  journey  will 

4  Great  fpoils  I  (hall  win, 
From  death,  hell,  and  fin, 

'Midft  outward  affii&ions  ihall  feel  Chriffc  within  : 

And  when  I'm  to  die, 

Receive  me,  I'll  cry, 
For  Jefus  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cannot  tell  why. 

5  But  this  I  do  find, 
We  two  are  fo  join'd, 

Fle'll  not  live  in  glory,  and  leave  me  behind  : 

So  this  is  the  race, 

I'm  running  thro'  grace, 
Henceforth  till  admitted  to  fee  my  Lord's  face, 

6  And  now  I'm  in  care, 

My  neighbours  may  (hare  [dare  ? 

Thefe  bieffings  ;  to  feek  them  will  none  of  you 

In  bondage,  O  why, 

And  death  will  you  Ik^ 
When  one  here  allures  you  free  grace  is  fo  nigh  ? 

FI  Y  M  N    CXXXV.     S.  M. 

N  D  muft  this  body  die. 


A* 


id  nuni  thefe  active  limbs  of  mi; 
Lie  moiM'TWs  fo  the  cfev  ? 


I32  Rejoicing. 

2  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms* 

Shall  but  refine  this  flefh, 
Till  my  triumphant  fpirit  come? 
To  put  it  on  afrefh. 

3  God  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  ever  from  the  ikies 
Looks  down,  and  watches  all  my  duft. 
Till  he  mall  bid  it  rife. 

4  Array'd  in  glorious  grace 

Shall  thefe  vile  bodies  mine, 
And  ev'ry  fhape,  and  ev'ry  face, 
Be  heavenly  and  divine. 

5  Thefe  lively  hopes  we  owe, 

Lord,  to  thy  dying  love  ; 
O  may  we  blefs  thy  grace  below, 
And  ling  thy  grace  above. 

6  Saviour,  accept  the  praife 

Of  thefe  our  humble  fongs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  founds  we  raife 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

HYMN     CXXXVI.     L.  M. 

f    ITE  dies,  the  friend  of  finners  dies  ! 
JLi    Lo !    Salem's  daughters  weep  around  j 
A  folemn  darknefs  veils  the  fkies  ! 

A  fudden  trembling  makes  the  ground  ! 
Come,  faints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 

For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  [o?.d  ; 
He  fined  a  thoufand  drops  for  you, 

A  thoufand  drops  of  richer  bloctL 

2   Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degi 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  n 


REJOICINC.  133 

But  lo  !   what  fudden  joys  we  fee, 

Jefus,  the  dead,  revives  again  ! 
The  riling  God  forfakes  the  tomb  : 

(In  vain  the  tomb  forbids  his  rife) 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 

And  fhout  him  welcome  to  the  ikies, 

3  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  faints,  and  tell 

How  hig*n  your  great  Deliverer  reigns  ; 
Sing  how  he  fpoil'd  the  hofts  of  hell, 

And  led  the  monfler  death  in  chains  '. 
Say,   "  Live  for  ever,  wond'rcus  King  ! 

"  Born  to  redeem,  and  ftrong  to  fave  !" 
Then  afk  the  monller — "  Where's  thy  iting  t 

"  And  where's  thy  vicVry,  boafting  grave  !** 

HYMN    CXXXVII.     C.  M. 

1  T>  LUNG'D  in  a  gulf  of  dark  defpair, 

I       We  wretched  finners  lay, 
Without  one  cheering  beam  of  hope, 
Or  fpark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helplefs  grief  : 
He  faw,  and  (.0  amazing  love!) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  mining  feats  above 

With  joyful  hafte  he  fled  ; 
Enter' d  the  grave  in  mortal  flefh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4.  O  !   for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 
Their  lading  iilenee  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  tSavicur's  praifes  fpeak. 


134  REJOICING. 

5  Angels,  afiift  our  mighty  joy?, 
Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 
But  when  you  raife  your  higheit  note?, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

HYMN    CXXXVIII.     C.  M. 

i    1\ /F  Y  God,  the  fpring  of  all  my  joys, 
XtX    The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brighteft  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights. 

2  In  darkeft  (hades  if  thou  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
Thou  art  my  foul's  bright  morning-ftar, 
And  thou  my  rifing-fun. 

3  The  op'ning  heavens  around  me  mine 

With  beams  of  facred  blifs, 
If  Jefus  (hews  his  mercy  mine, 
And  whifpers  I  am  his. 

i  My  foul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
At  that  tranfporting  word, 
Run  up  with  joy  the  mining  way, 
To  fee  and  praife  my  Lord. 

5   Fearlefs  of  hell,  and  ghaftly  death, 
I'd  break  through  every  foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
Would  bear  me  conqu'ror  through. 

H  Y  M  N     CXXXIX.     C.  M. 

LE  T  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodr  (fs  [peak 
Thou  Sovereign  Lord  of  all ; 
Thy  ftrength'ning  hands  uphold  tli 
And  raife  the  poor  that  h'L 


REJOICING.  I35 

j   When  farrows  bow  the  fpirit  down, 
When  virtue  lies  diitrefs'd 
Beneath  the  proud  oppreflbr's  frown, 
Thou  giv'ft  the  mourner  reft. 

3  Thou  know'Il  the  pains  thy  fervants  feelj 

Thou  hear'ft  thy  children's  cry, 
And  their  beft  wifhes  to  fulfil 
Thy  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

4  Thy  mercy  never  mall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  fmcere  : 
Thou  fav'it  the  fouls  whofe  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

My  lips  (hall  dwell  upon  thy  praife, 

And  fpread  thy  fame  abroad  j 
Let  all  the  fons  of  Adam  raife 

The  honours  of  their  God, 

HYMN    CXL.     C.  M» 

Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit. 

GOME,  Holy  fpirit,  heav'nly  Dove. 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  pcw'rs, 
Kindle  a  name  of  facred  love 
In  thefe  cold  hearts  of  ours. 
;   Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
Fond  of  thefe  earthly  toys  ; 
Oar  fouls  how  heavily  they  go 

To  reach  eternal  joys  ! 
In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  fongs, 

ie  drive  to  rife  ; 
HofaisaaS)  ianguifti  on  our  tongues, 
-  our  devotion  dies. 

M  2 


6  REJOICING. 


4  Father,  fhall  we  then  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  lov^  fo  faint,  fo  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  fo  great  ? 

5  Come,  holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove. 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers  ; 
Come,   fhed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love. 
And  that  fhall  kindle  ours. 

HYMN    CXLI.     Lond 

1  HP1  H  E  fpacious  firmament  on  high, 

i      With  all  the  blue  etherial  fky,. 
And  fpangled  heav'ns  (a  mining  frame  ! 
Their  great  original  proclaim. 
The  unweary'd  fun  from  day  to  day, 
Doth  his  Creator's  pow'r  difplay  : 
And  publiines  to  cv'ry  land, 
The  work  of  an  almighty  hand. 

2  Soon  as  the  ev'ning  fhades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wond'roas  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  lift'ning  earth 
Repeats  the  (lory  of  her  birth  : 
While  all  the  ftars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  fpread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pule. 

5  What  though  in  folemn  filence  r.ll 
Move  round  the  dark  terrefrrial  ball ; 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  found 
Amid  the  radiant  orbs  be  found  ; 


REJOICING.  137 

In  .calory's  car  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice. 
For  ever  finging  as  they  fhine, 
"The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 

HYMN.    CXLII.     Chejhunt. 

H  E  vcjice  of  my  beloved  founds, 
While  o'er  the  mountain-tops  he  bounds, 
He  flies  exulting  o'er  the  hills, 
And  all  my  foul  with  tranfport  fills  : 
Gent!}*  doth  he  chide  my  flay, 
"  Rife,  my  love,  and  come  away." 

The  fcatter'd  clouds  are  fled  at  laft, 
The  rain  is  gone,  the  winter's  pafc, 
The  lovely  vernal  flow'rs  appear, 
The  warbling  choir  enchants  our  ear ; 

Now,  with  fweetly-penfive  moan, 

Coos  the  turtle  dove  alone. 

HYMN     CXLIII.     Scdylury. 

VAIN,  delufive  world,  adieu, 
With  all  of  creature-good, 
Only  Jefus  I  purfue, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood  ! 
All  thy  pleafure  I  forego, 

I  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride  ; 
Only  Jefus  will  I  know, 
And  Jefus  crucify'd  ! 

Other  knowledge  I  difdain, 

JT;'s  all  but  vanity  : 
Chrift,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  flain, 

He  tailed  death  for  me  1 


I38  REJOICIKG, 

Me  to  fave  from  endlefs  woe, 
The  fin-atoning  vi&im  dy'dl 

Only  Jefus  will  I  knew, 
And  Jefus  crucify M  ! 

3  Here  will  I  fet  up  my  reft, 

My  fluctuating  heart 
From  the  haven  of  his  bread-, 

Shall  never  more  depart  : 
Whither  fhould  a  {inner  go  ? 

His  wounds  for  me  ftand  open  wide  j 
Only  Jefus  will  I  know, 

And  Jefus  crucify 'd  ! 

4  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 

And  pleafure  without  end  ; 
This  is  all  my  happinefs 

On  Jefus  to  depend  ; 
Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 

And  ever  in  his  faith  abide  ; 
Only  Jefus  will  I  know, 

And  Jefus  crucify'd  ! 

5  O  that  I  could  all  invite, 

This  faving  truth  to  prove  : 
Shew  the  length,  the  breadth,  and  height. 

And  depth  of  Jefu's  love  ! 
Fain  I  would  to  finners  fhow 

The  blood  by  faith  alone  apply'd ! 
Only  Jefus  will  I  know, 

And  Jefus  crucify'd  ! 

H  Y  M  N    CXLIV.     C.  M. 
1    *\~\T  1TH  joy  we  meditate  the  g 
V  V      Of  our  High-Prieft  above  ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tendernefs, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love- 


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REJOICING.  I39 

j  Touch'd  with  a  fympathy  within, 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  fore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  hath  felt  the  fame. 

\  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flem, 

Pour'd  out  ftrong  cries  and  tears  ; 
And  in  his  meafure  feels  afrefh 
What  ev'ry  member  bears. 

He'll  never  quench  the  fmoaking  flax, 

But  raife  it  to  a  flame ; 
The  bruifed  reed  he  never  breaks, 

Nor  fcorns  the  meaneft  name. 

Then  let  our  humble  faith  addrefs 

His  mercy  and  his  pow'r ; 
We  mail  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 

In  the  diftrefiing  hour. 

HYMN    CXLV.     L.  M. 

JESUS,   my  All,  to  heav'n  is  gone, 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  : 
His  track  I  fee,  and  I'll  purfue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banifhment  : 
The  King's  highway  of  holinefs 
I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

This  is  the  way  I  long  have  fought, 
And     icurn'd  becaufe  I  found  k  net: 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
!"  I  was  not  h\-yd  from  fin, 


I40  REJOICING. 

4  The  more  I  {trove  againft  its  pow'r, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more, 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  fay, 
"Come  hither,  foul,  I  am  the  way." 

5  Lo  !   glad  I  come  ;  and  thou,  bleft  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  whofe  I  am  ; 
Nothing  but  fin  I  thee  can  give, 
Nothing  but  love  {hall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  finners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  fay,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God. 

HYMN     CXLVI.      Brockmer's. 

1  TT'ATHER,  how  wide  thy  glories  min< 
Jl      How  high  thy  wonders  rife  ! 
Known  thro*  the  earth  by  thoufand  figns, 

By  thoufands  through  the  fl<ies. 
Thofe  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  pow'r, 

Their  motions  fpeak  thy  {kill  : 
And  on  the  wings  of  ev'ry  hour 

We  read  thy  patience  ftill. 

2  Part  of  thy  name  divinely  {lands 

On  all  thy  creatures  writ, 
They  {hew  the  labour  of  thy  handy, 

Or  imprefs  of  thy  feet. 
But  when  we  view' thy  ftrange  dcfig:* 

To  fave  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeance  and  compaHion 

In  their  divinefl  forms. 

3  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  knowiij 

Nor  dares  a  creature  guefs 


REJOICING.  141 

Which  of  the  glories  brighteft  fhone, 

The  juftice  or  the  grace. 
i  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heav'nly  plains, 
Bright  feraphs  learn  ImmanuePs  name, 

And  try  their  choiceft  ftrains. 

O  may  I  bear  fome  humble  part 

In  that  immortal  fong  ! 
Wonder  and  joy  fhall  tune  my  heart, 

And  love  command  my  tongue. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 

Who'fweetly  all  agree 
To  fave  a  world  of  finners  loft, 

Eternal  glory  be. 

HYMN    CXLVII.    C.  M. 

MY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
My  everlafting  All, 
I've  none  but  thee  in  heav'n  above, 
"  Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

What  empty  things  are  all  the  flues, 

And  this  inferior  clod  ? 
There's  nothing  here  deferves  my  joys- 

There's  nothing  like  my  God. 

In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  fun 

Scatters  his  feeble  light : 
■'TIS  thy  fweet  beams  create  my  noon  i 

If  thou  withdraw,   'tis  night. 

And  wMlll  upon  my  retlleTs  bed 

Among  the  (hades  I  roll, 
If  my  Redeemer  (hews  his  head5 

"fr  mormnp"  with  mv  foul- 


I42  REJOICING. 

5  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friends, 

And  health  and  fafe  abode  : 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth, 

If  once  compar'd  to  thee  ? 
Or  what's  my  fafety  or  my  health, 
Or  all  my  friends  to  me  ? 

7  Were  I  poffeffor  of  the  earth, 

And  call'd  the  ftars  my  own  : 
Without  thy  graces,  and  thyfelf, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

8  Let  others  ftretch  their  arms  like  feas. 

And  grafp  in  all  the  fhore, 
Grant  me  the  vifits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  defire  no  more. 

HYMN     CXLVIII.     Savannah. 

1  /CHILDREN  of  the  heav'nly  King, 
V_y    As  we  journey  let  us  ling  : 

'Sing  our  Saviour's  worthy  praife, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways  ! 

2  We  are  trav'lling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  : 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happinefs  (hall  fee. 

3  O  ye  baninVd  feed  !  be  glad, 
Chrift  our  advocate  is  made  ; 
Us  to  fave,  our  flefh  afTumes, 
Brother  to  our  fouls  becomes* 

4  Fear  not  brethren,  joyful  ft 
On  the  borders  of  our  land  : 


P&AISE.  I43 


jefus  Chrift,  our  Father's  Son, 
Bids  us  undifmay'd  go  on. 
Lord  !   obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be* 
And  we  ftiil  will  follow  thee ! 


PRAISE. 

HYMN     CXLIX.     Tallis. 

I    /""\  What  fhall  I  do  my  Saviour  to  praife  \ 
Y-/  So  faithful  and  true,  fo  plenteous  in  grace  ? 
So  ftrong  to  deliver,  fo  good  to  redeem 
The  weakeft  believer  that  hangs  upon  him  ! 
How  happy  the  man  whofe  heart  is  fet  free, 
The  people  that  can  be  joyful  in  thee ! 
Their  joy  is  to  walk  in  the  light  of  thy  face5 
And  ftill  they  are  talking  of  Jefus's  grace. 

5  Their  daily  delight  (hall  be  in  thy  name, 
They  fhall  as  their  right  thy  righteoufnefs  claim : 
Thy  righteoufnefs  wearing,   and  cleana'd  by 

thy  blood, 
Bold  fhall  they  appear  in  the  prefence  of  Goc 
For  thou  art  their  boaft,  their  glory  and  pow'r, 
And  I  alio  truft  to  fee  the  glad  hour, 
My  four's  new  creation,  a  life  from  the  dead* 
The  day  of  falvation  that  lifts  up  my  head. 
For  jeius  my  Lord,  is  now  my  defence ; 
I  trait  fa  his  word,  none  plucks  me  from  thence* 
Since  1  have  found  favour,  he  all  things  will  do ; 
Mv  King  3.nd  my  Saviour  {hall  make  me  anew. 


144  PRAISE. 

6  Yes,  Lord,  I  fhall  fee  the  blifs  of  thine  own 
Thy  fecret  to  me  fhall  foon  be  made  known 
For  forrow  and  fadnefs  I  joy  fhall  receive, 
And  (hare  in  the  gladnefs  ofkall  that  believe. 

HYMN     CL.      113//;  Pfalm. 

1  T'LL   praife  my  Maker  while  I've  breathj 
JL    And  whin  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  (hall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 

Or  immortality  endures.   . 

2  Nappy  the  man  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  Ifrael'9  God  ;  he  made  the  £ky, 

And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train  s 
His  truth  for  ever  Hands  fecure  ! 
He  faves  tlr  opprefs'd,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  mall  find  his  promife  vain. 

3  The  Lord  pours  eye  fight  on  the  blind ; 
The  Lord  fuppofts  the  fainting  mind  : 

He  fends  the  lab'ring  confcience  peace 
He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diftrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe, 

4  I'll  praife  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  pov*    s 
My  days  of  praife  (hall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft? 

Of  immortality  endures*' 


PRAISE.  145 

HYMN    CLI.     L.  M. 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord!   'tis  good  to  reife 
Your  hearts  and  voic  0  in  his  praife : 
His  nature  and  his  works  i    "ite 
To  make  this  duty  our  deh^.    \ 

He  form'd  the  ftars,  thofe  heavnly  flames ; 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names,: 
His  wifdom's  vaft,   and  knows  no  bound, 
A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd! 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 
Who  fpreads  his  clouds  around  the  iky  ; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  defeend  in  yaiiju 

He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 
And  clothes  the  fmiling  fields  with  corn-; 
The  beafts  with  food  his  hands  fupply, 
And  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry. 

What  is  the  creature's  fkill  or  force, 
The  fprightly  man  or  warlike  horfe  ? 
The  piercing  wit,  the  active  limb  ? 
All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

But  faints  are  lovely  in  his  fight, 
He  views  his  children  with  delight ! 
He  lees  their  hope,   he  knows  their  fear  y 
And  looks  and  loves  his  image  there. 

HYMN     CLII.     L.  M. 

HO  \ V  do  thy  mercies  clofe  me  round  1 
For  ever  be  thy  name  adcr'd  1 
[  blulh  in  all  things  to  abound; 
The  (errant,  is  above  his  Lord ! 


1^6  P$AIS£c 

4  Innur'd  to  poverty  and  pain, 

A  fufFring  life  my  mafter  led  ; 
The  Son  of  God,  the  Son  of  Man, 
He  had  not  were  to  lay  his  head. 

3  But  lo  !   a  place  he  hath  prepar'd 

For  me  whom  watchful  angels  keep  j 
Yea,  he  himfelf  becomes  my  guard  ; 

He  fmooths  my  bed,  and  gives  me  lleep. 

4.  Jefus  protects  ;  my  fears  be  gone  ; 

What  can  the  Rock  of  Ages  move  ? 
Safe  in  thy  arms  I  lay  me  down, 
Thy  everlafting  arms  of  love. 

5  While  thou  art  intimately  nigh, 

Who,  who  mall  violate  my  reft  ! 

Sin,  earth,  and  hell,  I  now  defy ; 

I  lean  upon  my  Saviour's  breaft. 

<5  I  reft  beneath  th*  Almighty's  made, 

My  griefs  expire,  my  troubles  ceafe  ; 
Thou,  Lord,  on  whom  my  foul  is  ftay'd, 
Wilt  keep  me  ftill  in  perfect  peace. 

7  Me  for  thine  own  thou  lov'ft  to  take 
In  time  and  in  eternity ; 
Thou  never,  never  wilt  forfake 

A  helpiefs  worm  that  trufts  in  thee. 

HYMN     CLIII.      Pq/fton. 
i        f^V  GOD  of  all  grace, 

\J    Thy  goodnefs  we  praiie  i 
Thy  Son  thou  haft  given  to  die  in  our  place  j 
With  joy  we  approve 
The  defign  of  thy  love, 
'Tis  a  wonder  on  earth,  and  a  wonder  above* 


PRAISE.  147 

2  Tongue  cannot  explain 
The  love  of  God-man, 

Vhich  the  angels  defire  to  look  into  in  vain : 

It  dazzles  our  eyes, 

Thought  cannot  arife, 
:'o  find  out  a  caufe  why  the  Infinite  dies. 

3  Or  if  pity  inclin'd 
Him  to  die  for  mankind, 

he  ground  of  his  pity  what  ieraph  can  find  I 

He  came  from  above 

Our  curfe  to  remove  :  [love, 

le  hath  iov'd,  he  hath  lov'd  us,  becaufe  he  would 

4  Love  mov'd  him  to  die, 

And  on  this  we  rely,  [why: 

le  hath  lov'd,  he  hath  lov'd  us,  we  cannot  tell 

But  this  we  can  tell, 

He  hath  lov'd  us  fo  well, 
\s  to  lay  down  his  life  to  redeem  us  from  he^l, 

5  He  hath  ranfomM  our  race  ; 
O  how  (hall  we  praife, 

;)r  worthily  fing  thy  unfpeakable  grace  ! 

Nothing  elfe  will  we  know 

In  our  journey  below, 
iut  fmging  thy  praife  10  thy  paradife  go. 

6  Nay,  and  when  we  remove 
To  the  maniions  above, 

)ur  heaven  mall  full  be  to  fing  of  thy  love; 

"When  time  is  no  more, 

We  Hill  mall  adore 
-he  oceaa  oi  !ove  without  bottom  or  {hore* 
N  2 


I48  PRAISE. 

7        Ere  long  we  fhall  fly- 
To  the  regions  on  high, 

For  Ifrael's  ftrength  cannot  vary  or  lie  j 
He  foon  fhall  appear, 
He  more  than  draws  near, 

Our  Jefus  is  come,  and  eternity's  here. 

H  Y  M  N    CLIV.     L.  M. 

1  X>  E  F  O  R,E  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 

•    jD   Ye  nations  bow  with  facred  joy  :   ' 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
Tie  can  create,  and.  he  deftroy. 

2  His  fov'reign  pow'r,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  ! 
And  when  like  wand'ring  fheep  we  flray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We'll  croud  thy  gates  with  thankful  fcngs, 

High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raife  : 
And  earth  with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  pralfe. 

4  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command  ; 

Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love : 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  mull  ftand, 
When  rolling  years  mall  ceafe  to  move. 

HYMN    CLV.     C.  M. 

TH  E   Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  pra-fc 
In  concert  with  the  bleft, 
Who  joyful  in  harmonious  hys> 
Employ  an  endlefs  red. 


PRAISE,.  149 

tt  Thus,  Lord,  while  we  remember  thee. 
We  bleft  and  pious  grow, 
By  hymns  of  praife  we  learn  to  be 
Triumphant  here  below. 

3  On  this  glad  day  a  brighter  fcene 
Of  glory  was  difplay'd 
By  God,  th'  eternal  Word,  than  when 
This  univerfe  was  made. 

4.  He  rifes,  who  mankincf  hath  bought 
With  grief  and  pain  extreme  ; 
*T was  great  to  fpeak  the  world  from  nought, 
'Twas  greater  to  redeem. 

HYMN    CLVI.     JJIJey. 

1  QALVATION!    O  the  joyful  found  i 
k3    What  pleafure  to  our  ears  1 

A  fov'reigh  balm  for  ev'ry  wound^ 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

choru  s. 

Glory,  honour,  praife,  and  power | 
Be  unto  the  Lamb  for  ever  ; 
jefus  Chrijl  is  our  Redeemer  ! 
Hallelujah  !  praife  the  Lord ! 

2  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  fpacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  ffcy 

Confpire  to  raife  the  found.  Glory,  &t* 

3  Salvation  !   O  thou  bleeding  Lamb  L 

To  thee  the  praife  belongs : 
Salvation  mall  infpire  our  hearts, 

And  dwell  upon  our  tongues,      Glory,  &?c 


I50  PRAISE. 

HYMN     CLVII.     Stanton. 

1  T7  ROM    all  that  dwell  below  the  fkies^ 
JL     Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife ; 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  fung, 

Thro*  every  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 

Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord, 

Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  : 

Thy  praife  mall  found  from  fhore  to  ihore, 

Till  fans  mall  rife  and  fet  no  mere. 

2  Your  lofty  themes,  ye  mortals,  bring, 
In  fongs  of  praife  divinely  fing  ; 
The  great  falvation  loud  proclaim, 
And  fhout  for  joy  the  Saviour's  name : 
In  ev'ry  land  begin  the  fong, 

To  ev'ry  land  the  ftrains  belong  : 
In  cheerful  founds  all  voices  raife, 
And  fill  the  world  with  loudeft  praife. 

H  Y  M  N    CLVIII.     L.  M. 

1  £^i  O  M  E,    let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs 
\^S   With  angels  round  the  throne, 

Ten  thoufand  thoufand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd,  they  cry, 

To  be  exalted  thus  ; 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  hearts  reply, 
For  he  wasvflain  for  us. 

3  Jefus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  power  divine  ; 
And  bleffings  more  than  we  can  give,. 
Be,  Lord;  for  >ever  thine. 


PRAISE. 

4.  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 
To  blefs  the  facred  name, 
Of  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

HYMN     CLIX.      Salifiury. 

1  f^\  LORY  be  to  God  on  high, 

VJF    God  whofe  glory  fills  the  fky  j 
Peace  on  earth  to  man  forgiv'n, 
Man,  the  well-belov'd  of  heaven. 

2  Sov'reign  Father,  heav'nly  King, 
Thee  we  now  prefume  to  ling, 
Glad  thine  attributes  confefs, 
Glorious  all  and  numberlefs. 

'3  Hail,  by  all  thy  works  ador'd  : 
Hail,  the  everlafting  Lord  % 
Thee  with  thankful  hearts  we  prove 
Lord  of  pow'r,  and  God  of  love  I 

4  Chrift  our  Lord  and  God  we  own  ; 
Chrift,  the  Father's  only-  Son  : 
Lamb  of  God  for  fmners  (lain, 
Saviour  of  offending  man, 

5  Bow  thine  ear,  in  mercy  bow, 
Hear,  the  world's  atonement  thou  ; 
Jefu,  in  thy  name  we  pray, 
Take,  O  take  our  fins  away. 

6  Pow'rful  advocate  with  God> 
Juftify  us  by  thy  blood  ! 
Bow  thine  ear,  in  mercy  bow, 
H:3ar,  the  world's  atonement  thou,. 


1$2        '  PRAISE, 

.7   Hear,  for  thou,  O  Chrift,  alone, 
With  thy  glorious  Sire  art  one  ; 
One  the  Holy  Ghoft  with  thee, 
One  fupreme,  eternal  Three. 

HYMN    CLX.     C.  M. 

1  ~Ty  RAISE  ye  the  Lord,  y'  immortal  choirc 
JL      That  fill  the  realms  above ; 
Praife  him  who  form'd  you  of  his  fires, 

And  feeds  you  with  his  love. 

2  Shine  to  his  praife,  ye  cryftal  fkies, 

The  floor  of  his  abode  ; 
Or  veil  in  (hades  your  thoufand  eyes 
Before  your  brighter  God. 

3  Thou  refllefs  globe  of  golden  light, 

Whofe  beams  create  our  days, 
Join  with  the  filver  queen  of  night, 
To  own  your  borrow' d  rays. 

4  Winds,  ye  {hall  bear  his  name  alou.4 

Thro*  the  ethereal  blue, 
For  when  his  chariot  is  a  cloud, 
He  makes  his  wheels  of  you. 

5  Thunder  and  hail,  and  fire  and  ftorms,, 

The  troops  of  his  command, 
Appear  in  all  your  dreadful  forms, 
And  fpeak  his  awful  hand. 

6  Shout  to  the  Lord,  ye  furging  fea(,, 

In  your  eternal  roar; 
Let  wave  to  wave  refound  his  praife, 
And  more  reply  to  fnore. 


PRAISE. 


153 


7  While  monfters,  fporting  on  the  flood, 
In  fcaly  filver  mine, 
Speak  terribly,  their  maker,  God, 
And  lafh  the  foaming  brine. 

3  But  gentler  things  mail  tune  his  name, 
To  fofter  notes  than  thefe, 
Young  zephyrs  breathing  o'er  the  ftream^ 
Or  whifp'ring  thro'  the  trees. 

■)  Wave  your  tall  heads,  ye  lofty  pines, 
To  him  that  bids  you  grow : 
Sweet  clutters,  bend  the  fruitful  vines 
On  every  thankful  bough. 

to  Let  the  fhrill  birds  his  honours  raife, 
And  climb  the  morning  fky ; 
While  grov'ling  beafts  attempt  his  praife 
In  hoarfer  harmony. 

II   Thus  while  the  meaner  creatures  fing. 
Ye  mortals  take  the  found, 
Echo  the  glories  of  our  King, 
Through  all  the  nations  round, 

HYMN    CLXI. 

THE  God  of  Abrah'm  praife, 
Who  reigns  enthron'd  above  5 
Ancient  of  everlafting  days, 
And  God  of  love  : 
JEHOVAH  GREAT  I  AMI 
By  earth  and  heav'n  confefs'd  ; 
I  bow  and  blefs  the  facred  name, 
For  ever  bieir. 


1^4  PRAlSEt 

2  The  God  of  Abrah'm  praife, 
At  whofe  fupreme  command 

From  earth  I  rife — and  feek  the  joy? 
At  his  right  hand  ; 
I  all  on  earth  forfake, 
Its  wifdom,  fame,  and  pow'r  : 
And  him  my  only  portion  make, 
My  fhield  and  tow'r. 

3  The  God  of  Abrah'm  praife, 

Whofe  all-fufficient  grace 
Shall  guide  me  all  my  happy  days, 
In  all  my  ways  ; 
He  calls  a  worm  his  friend ! 
He  calls  himfelf  my  God  ! 
And  he  fhall  fave  me  to  the  end 
Through  Jena's  blood. 

4  He  by  himfelf  hath  fworn, 

I  on  his  oath  depend, 
I  fliall  on  eagles'  wings  up-bornej 
To  heav'n  afcend : 
I  fliall  behold  his  face, 
I  fhall  his  pow'r  adore, 
And  fmg  the  wonders  of  his  grace 
For  evermore. 

HYMN     CLXII.     G.  M. 

1  "1   /["Y    Saviour,  my  almighty  friend, 
XVi    When  I  begin  thy  praife, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end. 

The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlafting  truft. 

Thy  goodnefs  I  adc>te 


PRAISE.  155 

Send  down  thy  grace,  O  blefTed  Lord, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

'  3  My  feet  mall  travel  all  the  length 
Of  the  celeftial  road  : 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  ftrength, 
To  fee  the  Lord  my  God. 

14  Awake,  awake  my  tuneful  pow'rs, 
With  this  delightful  fong, 
And  entertain  the  darkeft  hoars, 
Nor  think  the  feafon  long. 

H  Y  M  N     CLXIII.      Shepherd  of  Ifraef, 

^"^  H  I  S,    this  is  the  God  we  adore, 

_|_      Our  faithful  unchangeable  Friend  ; 
Whofe  love  is  as  grsat  as  his  pow'f, 

And  neither  knows  meafure  nor  encL 
'Tis  Tefnp,  the  Firf:  and  the  Lad, 

Whofe  foirlt  mall  guide  us  fafe  home  ; 
Wer*fl  prriife  him  for  all  that  is  Pni\ 

And  trujl  him  for  all  that's  to  come.. 

K  Y  M  N    CLXIV.     G.  M. 

1    ^»  IT 7* HEN  all  the  mercies  of  my  Gcd 
V  V      My  rifing  foul  furveys, 
Whr-,  rrr  cold  heart,  art  thou  not  loft 


2   Thy  ■  .-/evidence  my  life  fuftain'd, 
all  my  wants  r^drefs'd, 
While  in  the  fi'er.t  womb  I  lay, 
!  hung  upon  the  brcaft  ; 

o 


I5O  PRAISE* 

3  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learn'd 
To  form  themfelves  in  pray'r. 

4  Unmimber'd  comforts  on  my  foul, 

Thy  tender  care  beftow'd, 
Before  my  infant-heart  conceiv'd, 
From  whom  thofe  comforts  flow'd. 

5  When  in  the  flipp'ry  paths  of  youth 

With  heedlefs  Reps  1  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unfeen,  convey'd  me  fafe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

6  Through  hidden  dangers,  toils  and  death* 

It  gently  clear'd  my  way, 
And  through  the  pleaiing  fnares  of  vice, 
More  to  be  fear'd  than  they. 

7  Through  ev'ry  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  goodnefs  I'll  purfue  ; 
And  af;er  death  in  diflant  worlds, 
The  pleaiing  theme  renew. 

8  Through  all  eternity  to  thee 

A  j-rateful  fong  I'll  raife  : 
But  O  •    eternity's  too  fhort 
To  utter  all  thy  praife. 

HYMN    CLXV.     Epvuorth. 

1        f\  THOU  God  of  my  faivafcion, 

VJ*    My  redeemer  from  ail  Jin, 
Mov'd  to  this  by  great  compaflion, 
Yearning  bowels  from  within  : 
I  will  praiie  Lb  re  : 
Where  fl^all  I  thy  praife  begia  ? 


PRAISE.  157 

While  the  angel-choirs  are  crying  ; 

Glory  to  the  great  I  A  M  ! 
I  with  them  would  ftill  be  vying, 

Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 
O  ho\?  precious 

Is  the  found  of  Jefu's  name  ! 

Now  I  fee,  with  joy  and  wonder, 
Whence  the  healing  ftreams  arofe  ; 

Angel-minds  are  loft  to  ponder 
Dying  love's  myfterious  caufe  : 

Yet  the  bleffing 
Down  to  all,  to  me  it  flows, 

Though  unfeen,  I  love  the  Saviour, 
He  almighty  grace  hath  mown ; 

Pardon'd  guilt  and  purchas'd  favour ! 
This  he  makes  to  mortals  known  5 

Give  him  glory, 
Glory,  glory  is  his  own. 

5        Angels  now  are  hov'ring  round  us, 
UnperceivM  they  mix  the  throng, 
WondVing  at  the  love  that  crown'd  us, 
.Glad  to  join  the  holy  fong  : 

Hallelujah, 
Love  and  praife  to  Chrifl:  belong. 

HYMN    CLXVL     C.  M. 

I   1     F  O  W   happy  every  child  of  gran 
X  JL    Wz-0  knows  his  fins  forgiv'n  ! 
This  ear':  1  .  he  cries,  is  not  my  plac". 
I  leek  my  place  iu  heav'n  : 


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A  country  far  from  mortal  fight ; 

Yet,   O  !   by  faith  I  fee 
The  land  of  red,  the  faints'  delicto, 

The  heav'n  prcpar'd  for  me. 

2  O  what  a  bleffed  hope  is  euro ! 

While  here  on  earth  we  fhy, 
We  more  than  tafle  the  heav'nly  pow'rs, 

And  antedate  that  day  : 
We  feel  the  refurreftion  near, 

Our  life  in  ChriH  conceal'd, 
And  with  his  glorious  prefence  here 

Our  earthen  veffels  fill'd. 

3  O  would  he  more  of  heav'n  beftow, 

And  let  the  veffels  break,  , 

And  let  our  ranfom'd  fpirits  go, 

To  grafp  the  God  we  feek  ; 
In  rapt'rous  awe  on  him  to  gaze, 

Who  bought  the  fight  for  me, 
And  fhout  and  wonder  at  his  grace 

Through  all  eternity.    1 

—  ■«43;«€B^*a|K — 

TRUSTING   in   PROVIDENCE 

HYMN    CLXVII.     Ohey. 

PART     THE     FIRST. 

I         nOMMI  T   thou  all  thy  griefs 

\^y    And  ways  into  his  hands, 
To  his  fure  truft  and  tender  care, 

Who  earth  and  heaven  comma)- "..3 ; 

Who  points  the  clouds  their  courfe, 

Whom  winds  and  feas  obey  ; 
He  {hall  direct  thy  wand'iiag  feet-j 

He  fljall  prepare  thv  way. 


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Thou  on  the  Lord  rely, 

So  iafe  malt  thou  go  on  : 
Fix  on  his  work  thy  ileadfaft  eye. 

So  (hall  thy  work  be  done  : 

No  profit  canfl  thou  gain 

By  ielf-con  fuming  care, 
To  him  commend  thy  caufe,  his  ear 

Attends  the  fofteft  pray'r. 
3        Thine  evcrlafting  truth, 

Father,  thy  ceafelefs  love 
Sees  all  thy  children's  wants,  and  knows 

What  beft  for  each  will  prove  ; 

And  -whatfoe'er  thou  will'ft, 

Thou  doft,   O  King  of  kings ; 
What  thine  unerring  wifdom  chofe, 

Thy  pow'r  to  being  brings. 
3        Thou  ev'ry  where  haft  way, 

And  all  things  ferve  thy  might, 
Thy  ev'ry  act  pure  bkfnng  is, 
,  ^       Thy  path  unfully'd  light. 

When  thou  arifeit,  Lord, 

What  fliall  thy  work  withftand  ? 
When  dl  thy  children  want,  thou  gi\7'&, 

Who,  who  fhall  ftay  thy  hand  ?    - . 

HYMN     CLXVIII.      Olncy. 

PART    THE     SECOND. 

1    /^  IVE  to  the  winds  thy  fears, 
VJF    Hope,  and  be  undifmay'd, 
God  bears  thy  fighs,  and  counts  thy  tears, 

God  mail  lift  up  thy  head  : 
Through  waves,  and  clouds  and  dorms, 
He  gently  clears  the  way ; 
O  z 


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Wait  thou  his  time,  fo  mail  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

2  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart, 
Still  link  thy  fpirits  down  ; 

Call  off  the  weight,  let  fear  depart, 

And  ev'ry  care  be  gone. 

What  though  thou  ruleft  not, 

Yet  heav'n,  and  earth  and  hell 
Proclaim,   God  fitteth  on  the  throne, 

And  ruleth  all  things  well. 

3  Leave  to  his  fov'reign  fway 
To  chufe  and  to  command, 

So  fnalt  thou  wond'ring  own  his  way, 

How  wife,  how  flrong  his  hand  ! 

Far,  far  above  thy  thought 

His'counfel  mail  appear, 
When  fully  he  the  work  hath  wrought, 

That  caus'd  thy  needlefs  fear. 

4  Thou  feefl  our  weaknefs,  Lord, 
Our  hearts  are  known  to  thee  ; 

O  lift  thou  up  the  linking  head, 
Confirm  the  fteble  knee  ; 


Thy  fteadfaft  truth  declare, 
And  publifh  with  our  lateft  breath, 
Thy  love  and  guardian  care. 

HYMN    CLXIX.     L.  M. 

I    f^i  OD  of  my  life,  whofe  gracious  pow'i 
\J    Thro'  various  deaths  my  foul  hath  led 
Or  turn'd  afide  the  fatal  hour, 
Or  lifted  up  my  linking  head  ! 


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2  In  all  my  ways  thy  hand  I  own, 

Thy  ruling  providence  I  fee  ; 
Afiift  me  ftiil  my  courfe  to  run, 
And  ftill  direct  my  paths  to  thee. 

3  Whither,  O  whither  mould  I  fly, 

But  to  my  loving  Saviour's  breaft, 
Secure  within  thy  arms  to  lie, 

And  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  to  reft  ? 

4  I  have  no  /kill  the  fnare  to  Hiun, 

But  thou,   O  Chriil !    my  wiulom  art  ; 
I  ever  into  ruin  run, 

But  thou  art  greater  than  my  heart. 

5  Foolifh,  and  impotent,  and  blind, 
Lead  me  a  way  I  have  not  known  ; 

Bring  me  where  I  my  heav'n  may  find, 
The  heav'n  of  loving  thee  alone. 

6  Enlarge  my  heart  to  make  thee  room  ; 

Enter,  and  in  me  ever  flay  ; 
The  crooked  then  (hall  ftraight  become  : 
The  darknefs  mall  be  left  in  day  ! 

II  Y  M  N     CLXX.     fallis. 

JEHOVAH-jIREH,  i.  e.    ^Lo?.bw// 
provide.      Gen.   xxii.    14. 

1    r  I  *  KO'  troubles  afiail,  and  dangers  affr'ght, 
JL      Tho'  friends  mould  all  fail,  and  foes  all 
_v..ite; 

:   e  thing  fecures  us,  whatever  betide, 
.Tiniie  aiuires  us,  The  Lord  will  provide. 


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2  The  birds  without  barn  or  ftore-houfe  are  fed: 
From  them  let  us  learn  to  truft  for  our  bread : 
His  faints  what  is  fitting  (hall  ne'er  be  deny'd, 
So  long  as  it's  written,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

3  We  all  may,  like  fhips,  by  tempeft  be  toll 
On  perilous  deeps,  but  need  not  be  loft : 
Tho'  Satan  enrages  the  wind  and  the  tide, 
Yet  fcripture  engages,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

4  His  call  we  obey,  like  Abrah'm  of  old : 
We  know  not  the  way,  but  faith  makes  us  bold; 
For  tho'  We  are  ftrangers,  we  have  a  fure  guide, 
And  truft  in  all  dangers,  The  Lord  willprovide. 

5  When  Satan  appears  to  flop  up  our  path, 
And  fills  us  with  fears,  we  triumph  by  faith  : 
He  cannot  take  from  us  (tho'  oft  he  has  try'd) 
The  heart-cheering  promife,   The  Lord  will 

provide. 

6  He  tells  us  we're  weak,  our  hope  is  in  vain, 
The  good  that  we  feek,  we  ne'er  (hall  obtain  : 
But  when  fuch  fuggeftions  our  graces  have  try'd 
This   anfwers   all   queftions,    The   Lord   will 

provide. 

7  No  ftrength  of  our  own,  nor  goodnefs  we  claim^ 
Our  truft  is  all  thrown  on  Jefus's  name  j 

In  this  our  ftrong  tower  for  fafety  we  hide ; 
The  Lord  is  our  pow'r,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

8  When  life  finks  apace,  and  death  is  in  view, 
The  word  of  his  grace  fhall  comfort  us  through  : 
Not  fearing  or  doubting,  with  Chrift  on  our 

fide,  [vide. 

We  hope  to  die  fhouting,  The  Lord  will  pro- 


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H  Y  M  N     CLXXI.     23J  Pfalm. 

1  f~  1  i  H  E    Lcrd  my  pafture  fhall  prepare, 

_|_      And  feed  rr.e  with  a  fhepherd's  care  i 
His  prefence  fhall  my  wants  fupply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  ; 
My  noon  day  walks  he  fhall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours-  defend. 

2  When  in  the  fultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirfty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads, 
My  weary  wand'ring  Heps  he  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  foft  and  How, 
Amid  the  verdant  landfkip  flow. 

3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overfpread, 

My  fteadfaft  heart  fhall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  ftill ; 
Thy  friendly  crock  fhall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  fhade, 

4  Tho'  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious  lenely  wilds  I  ftray. 
Thy  bounty  fhall  my  pains  'beguile  ; 
The  barren  wildernefs  fhall  fmile, 

With  fudden  greens  and  herbage  crown'd. 
And  ftreams  fhall  murmur  all  around. 

H  Y  M  N     CLXXII.     C.  M. 

1    /f~*1  OD  moves  in  a  myiierioui  way, 
\S<*     H.s  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  pJahta  his  foctfceps.in  the  fea, 
A~:  pqn  the  fiorm. 


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2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never^failing  (kill, 
He  treafures  up  his  bright  defigns, 
And  works  his  fov'reign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  faints,  frefh  courage  take, 

The  clouds  ye  fo  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  (hall  break 
In  bleflings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  fenfe, 

But  truft  him  for  his  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  Providence 
He  hides  a  fmiling  face. 

5  His  purpofes  will  ripen  fait, 

Unfolding  ev'ry  hour : 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  tafte, 
But  fweet  will  be  the  flow'r. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  fure  to  err, 

And  fcan  his  work  in  vain  : 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

HYMN     CLXXIII.     Denbigh. 

l       A    WAY,  my  unbelieving  fear! 

Jl\_   Fear  fhall  in  me  no  more  have  place  £ 
My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear, 

He  hides  the  brightnefs  of  his  face  : 
But  (hall  I  therefore  let  him  go, 

And  bafely  to  the  tempter  yield  ? 
No,  in  the  ftrength  of  Jefus,  no, 

I  never  will  give  up  my  fhield. 
Z   Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 

Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil. 


TRUSTING    IN    PROVIDENCE.       l6$ 

The  with'ring  fig-trees  droop  and  die, 
The  fields  elude  the  tiller's  toil, 

The  empty  ftaJl  no  herd  afford, 
And  perifh  all  the  bleating  race, 

Yet  will  I  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
The  God  of  my  falvation  praife. 

5  Barren  although  my  foul  remain, 

And  no  one  bud  of  grace  appear, 
No  fruit  of  all  my  toil  and  pain, 

But  fin,  and  only  fin  is  here : 
Although  my  gifts  and  comforts  loft, 

My  blooming  hopes  cut  off  I  fee, 
Yet  will  I  in  my  Saviour  truft, 

And  glory  that  he  dy'd  for  me. 

j.  In  hope  believing  againil  hope, 

Jefus,  my  Lord,  my  God,   I  claim, 
Jefus,  my  ftrength,  (hall  lift  me  up, 

Salvation  is  in  Jefu's  name  ; 
To  me  he  foon  fhall  bring  it  nigh, 

My  foul  fhall  then  out-ilrip  the  wind, 
On  wings  of  love  mount  up  on  high, 

And  leave  the  world  and  fin  behind. 

HYMN    CLXXIV.     C.  M. 

STILL  for  thy  loving-kindnefs  Lord, 
I  in  thy  temple  wait ; 
I  look  to  find  thee  in  thy  word, 
Or  at  thy  table  meet. 

I  Here  in  thine  own  appointed  ways 
I  wait  to  learn  thy  will  : 
Silent  I  ftand  before  thy  face, 
And  hear  thee  fay,'"  Be  ftill!" 


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3  "  Be  ftill,  and  know  that  I  am  God  !" 

'Tis  all  I  live  to  know ! 
To  feel  the  virtue  of  thy  blood, 
And  fpread  its  praife  below! 

4  I  wait  my  vigour  to  renew, 

Thine  image  to  retrieve  : 
The  veil  of  outward  things  pafs  through, 
And  galp  in  thee  to  live. 

5  I  work,  and  own  the  labour  vain, 

And  thus  from  works  I  ceafe  ; 
I  drive  ;  and  fee  my  fruitlefs  pain, 
Till,  God  create  my  peace. 

6  Fruitless,  till  thou  thyfelf  impart, 

Mult  alUmy  efforts  prove  ; 
They  cannot  change  a  finful  heart, 
They  cannot  purchafe  love. 

7  I  do  the  things  thy  laws  enjoin, 

And  then  the  ftrife  give  o'er"; 
To  th':°  I  then  the  whole  refign, 
And  trnft  in  means  no  more. 

8  T  tftift  in  him  who  (lands  between 

The  Father's  wrath  and  me ; 
jrfu,  then  great  eternal  Mean, 
I  look  for  all  from  thee. 

H  Y  M  N     CLXXV.     S.  M. 

PART     THE     FIRST. 

i        QCLDIERS  of  Chrlft,  arie, 

C3    And  put  your  aim   ai  on, 

Strong  in  the  ftrcngth  which  Crd  fdppli< 

Through  his  eternal  Son.  r. 

Strong  in  the  Lord  of  Hofts, 

A  ad  rfi  hie  tr.igltfy  pow'-ir, 


TRUSTING    IN    PROVIDENCE.       167 

Who  in  the  ftrength  of  Jcfus  trufts, 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

2  Stand  then  in  his  great  might, 

With  all  his  ftrength  endu'd, 
But  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 

The  panoply  of  God ; 
That  having  all  things  done,  ^ 

And  all  your  conflicts  paft, 
Ye 'may  o'ercome  through  Chrift  alone? 

And  ftand  entire  at  laft. 

3  Stand  then  againft  your  foes, 

In  cloie  and  firm  array  : 
Legions  of  wily  fiends  oppofe 

Throughout  the  evil  day ; 
But  meet  the  fons  of  night. 

But  mock  their  vain  defign, 
Arm'd  in  the  arms  of  heav'nly  light. 

Of  righteoufnefs  divine. 

4  Leave  no  unguarded  place, 

No  weaknefs  of  the  foul : 
Take  ev'ry  virtue,  ev'ry  grace, 

And  fortify  the  whole  : 
IndifTolubly  join'd, 

To  battle  all  proceed, 
But  arm  yourfelves  with  all  the  mind 

That  was  in  Chrift  your  head. 

HYMN    CLXXVI.     S.  M. 

PART    THE    SECOND. 

I        T>  UT  above  all  lay  hold 

JO   On  faith's  victorious  fhield  ; 
A.m'd  with  that  adamant  and  gold,. 
You're  fure  to  win  the  field  : 
P 


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If  faith  furround  your  heart, 
Satan  (hall  be  fubdu'd, 
Repell'd  his  ev'ry  fiery  dart, 

And  quench'd  with  Jefu's  blood* 


Jefus  hath  dy'd  for  you  ! 

What  can  his  love  withftand  ? 
Believe  !   hold  fait  your  fhield,  and  who 

Shall  pluck  you  from  his  hand  ? 
„     Believe  that  Jefus  reigns, 

All  pow'r  to  him  is  giv'n  : 
Believe,  till  freed  from  fin's  remains  i 

Believe  yourfelves  to  heav'n  ! 

To  keep  your  armour  bright, 
Attend  with  conitant  care  : 
Still  walking  in  your  Captain's  fight* 
And  watching  unto  pray'r  ; 
Ready  for  all  alarms, 

Steadfaftly  fet  your  face, 
And  always  exercife  your  arms, 
•  And  ufe  your  ev'ry  grace. 

Pray  !   without  ceafing,  pray, 
(Your  Captain  gives  the  word) 
His  fummons  cheerfully  obey, 
And  call  upon  the  Lord  : 
To  God  your  ev'ry  want, 
In  inftant  pray'r  difplay  ; 
Pray,   always  pray,   and  never  faint, 
l*ray  !  without  ceafing,  pray* 


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HYMN     CLXXVI.     L.  M. 

Seek  ye  the  kingdom  of  God,  and  all  thefe  things  Jh all 
be  added.      Luke  xii.    31. 

EACE,  troubled  foul,  thou  need'ft  not 
Thy  great  Provider  itill  is  near  j    [fear ; 
Who  fed  thee  laft  will  feed  thee  ftill, 
Be  calm,  and  fink  into  his  will. 

2  The  Lord  who  built  the  earth  and  iky, 
In  mercy  Hoops  to  hear  thy  cry  ; 

His  promife  all  may  freely  claim, 
"  Afk,  and  receive  in  Jefu's  name.'1 

3  His  {lores  are  open  all,  and  free 
To  fuch  as  truly  upright  be  ; 
Water  and  bread  he'll  give  for  food, 
With  all  things  elfe  which  he  fees  good, 

4.  Your  facred  hairs  which  are  fo  fmall, 
By  God  himfelf  are  number' d  all ; 
This  truth  he's  publifh'd  all  abroad, 
That  men  may  learn  to  truft  the  Lord, 

5   The  ravens  daily  he  doth  feed, 

And  fends  them  food  as  they  have  need., 
Although  they  nothing  have  in  ftore, 
Yet  as  they  lack  he  gives  them  more. 

■(5  Then  do  not  feek  with  anxious  care,^ 
What  ye  (hall  eat,  or  drink,  or  wear  ; 
Your  heav'nly  Father  will  you  feed, 
He  knows  that  all  thefe  things  you  need.. 

J  Without  referv.e  give  Chrift  your  heart ; 
Let  him  his  righteoufnefs  impart ; 
Then  ail  things  elfe  he'll  freely  o-ive  ; 
With  him  you  all  things  mall,  receive, 


170  SUFFERING. 

8  Thus  fliall  the  foul  be  truly  bleft, 
That  feeks  in  God  his  only  reft  : 
May  I  that  happy  perfon  be, 
In  time  and  in  eternity  ! 

<««0«^.^>-> 

SUFFERING. 
HYMN     CLXXVIII.      Traveller. 

1  /^lOME  on,  my  partners  in  diftrefs, 
V_^    My  comrades  through  the  wildernefs, 

Who  ttill  your  bodies  feel ; 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 

To  that  celellial  hill. 

2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  fpace, 
Look  forward  to  that  heav'nly  place, 

The  faints'  fecure  abode  : 
On  faith's  ftrong  eagle-pinions  rife, 
And  iorce  your  paffage  to  the  fkies* 

And  fcale  the  mount  of  God. 
?  Who  fuffer  with  our  Mailer  here, 
We  (hall  before  his  face  appear, 

And  bv  his  fide  fit  down  : 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  fure  ; 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  crofs,  fhall  wear  the  crown. 
4  Thrice  bleffed  blifs,  infpiring  hope  j 
It  lifts  the  fainting  fpirits  up  ; 

It  brings  to  life  the  dead  i 
Our  conflicts  here  fhall  foon  be  r 
And  you  and  I  afcend  at  laft 

Triumphant  with  our  Hea&. 


SUFFERING.  171 

5  That  great  myfterious  Deity 
We  foon  with  open  face  fnall  fee, 

The  beatific  fight : 
Shall  fill  the  heav'nly  courts  with  praife, 
And  wide  diffufe  the  golden  blaze 

Of  everlafiing  light. 
$  The  Father  fhining  on  his  throne, 
The  glorious  co-eternal  Son, 

The  Spirit  one  and  fev'n, 
Confpire  our  rapture  to  complete  j 
And  lo  !   we  fall  before  his  feet, 

And  filence  heightens  heav'n.. 
7   In  hope  of  that  ecflatic  paufe, 
Jefu,  we  now  fuflain  the  crofs, 

And  at  thy  footftool  fall, 
Till  thou  our  hidden  life  reveal, 
Till  thou  our  ravifh'd  fpirits  fill, 

And  God  is  all  in  all. 

HYMN     CLXXIX.      Wednejbury. 

1  A    ND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
ii    And  let  it  faint  or  die, 

My  foul  (hall  quit  the  mournful  vale, 

And  foar  to  worlds  on  high  : 
Shall  join  the  difembody'd  faints, 

And  find  its  long-fought  reft, 
That  only  blifs  for  which  it  pants 

In  the  Redeemer's  breaft. 

2  Ii;  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

1  now  the  crofs  fuftain, 
Awd  gladlv  wander  up  and  down, 
-  in  lie  at  toil  and  pain, 
P  2 


272  SUFFERING. 

I  fuffer  on  my  threescore  years 

Till  my  Deliverer  come, 
And  wipe  away  his  fervant's  tears, 

And  take  his  exile  home. 

3  O  what  hath  Jefus  bought  for  me  I 

Before  my  ravifh'd  eyes 
Rivers  of  life  divine   I  fee, 

And  trees  of  paradife  ! 
1  fee  a  world  Qf  fpirits  bright, 

Who  tafte  the  pleafures  there  I 
They  all  are  rob'd  in  fpotlefs  white, 

And  conquering  palms  they  bean. 

4  O  what  are  all  my  fuff'rings  here, 

If,  Lord,   thou  count  me  meet 
With  that  enraptur'd  hoft  t'  appear. 

And  worihip  at  thy  feet ! 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  eafe  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away  ; 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again 

In  that  eternal  day. 

tlk  Y  M  N    CLXXX.     Epworth. 

1  TJAPPY  foul,  thy  days  are  ended; 
JLJl    All  thy  mourning  days  below  ; 
Go,  by  angel-guards  attended, 

To  the  fight  of  Jefus,  go. 

2  Waiting  to  receive  thy  fpirit, 

Lo  !.  the  Saviour  ftands  above, 
Shews  the  purchafe  of  his  merit 
Reaches  out  the  crqwnof  •< 


SUFFERING.  173 

3  Struggle  through  thy  lateft  pafiion 

To  thy  dear  Redeemer's  breaft, 
To  his  uttermoft  falvation, 
To  his  everlafting  reft. 

4  For  the  joy  be  fets  before  thee, 
Bear  a  momentary  pain  ; 

Die,  to  live  a  life  of  glory ; 

Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign, 

HYMN    CLXXXI.     Dying  Stephen. 

i   TTEAD  of  the  church  triumphant, 
JLJL    We  joyfully  adore  thee  : 

Till  thou  appear, 

Thy  members  here 
Shall  fing  like  thofe  in  glory,, 
We  lift  our  hearts  and  voices 
With  blefl  anticipation  ; 

And  cry  aloud, 

And  give  to  God 
The  praife  of  our  falvation. 

Z  While  in  affiiclion's  furnace,. 
And  palling  through  the  fire. 
Thy  love  we  praife, 
Which  knows  no  da- 
"  And  ever  brings  us  nigher : 
We  clap  our  hands  exulting 
If  thi    :   uimighty  favour; 
. }ve  divine 
WlMeh  made  us  thine. 
Can  keep  as  thine  for  ever. 


174  FUNERAL. 

§  Thou  dofl  conduct  thy  people 
Through  torrents  of  temptation : 
Nor  will  we  fear, 
While  thou  art  near, 
The  fire  of  tribulation  ; 
The  wodd,  with  fin  and  Satan, 
In  vain  our  march  oppofes ; 
By  thee  we  mall 
Break  through  them  all, 
And  ling  the  fong  of  Mofes. 

4  By  faith  we  fee  the  glory 

To  which  thou  (halt  reitore  us.^. 
The  crofs  defpife 
For  that  high  prize 
Which  thou  haft  fet  before  us  : 
And  if  thou  count  us  worthy, 
W^  each,  as  dying  Stephen, 
Shall  fee  thee  Hand 
At  God's  right  hand, 
To  take  us  up  to  heav'n. 


FUNERAL. 

HYMN     CLXXXII.      Funeral. 

I       A    H  !   lovely  appearance  of  death, 
_/~JL    What  fight  upon  earth  is  fo  fair  ? 
Not  all  the  gay  pageants  that  breathe, 

Can  with  a  dead  body  compare  : 
With  folemn  delight  I  furvey 

The  corpfe,  when  the  fpirit  is  iled. 
.In  love  with  the  beautiful  clay, 

And  longmg  to  lie  in  its  ileadc 


FUNERAL.  175 

How  bleft  is-  our  brother,  bereft 

0£  all  that  could  burdeu  his  mind ; 
How  eafy  the  foul  that  has  left 

This  wearifome  body  behind  I 
Of  evil  incapable  thou, 

Whofe  relics  with  envy  I  fee, 
No  longer  in  mifery  now, 

No  longer  a  fmner  like  me. 

This  earth  is  affected  no  more 

With  ficknefs,  or  {haken  with  pain, 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 

And  never  fhall  vex  him  again  : 
No  anger  henceforward,  or  fhame, 

Shall  redden  this  innocent  clay ; 
Extinct  is  the  animal  flame, 

And  paffion  is  vanihVd  away. 

This  languishing  head  is  at  reft, 

Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er, 
This  quiet  immoveable  breaft 

Is  heav'd  by  affliction  no  more ; 
This  heart  is  no  longer  the  feat 

Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain.^ 
It  oeafes  to  flutter  and  beat, 

It  never  ihall  flutter  again. 

The  lids  he  fo  feldom  could  clofe? 

By  forrow  forbidden  to  fleep, 
Seal'd  up  in  eternal  repofe„ 

Have  flrangely  forgotten  to  weep : 
The  fountains  can  yield  no  fupplies ; 

Thcfe  hollows  from  water  are  free  : 
The  tears  are  all  wip'd  from  thefe  eyes, 

And  evil  thev  aever  fhall  fee, 


I76  FUNERAL. 

2  To  mourn  and  to  finTer  is  mine, 

While  bound  in  a  prifon  I  breathe, 
And  ftill  for  deliverance  pine, 

And  prefs  to  the  iffues  of  death  : 
What  now  with  my  tears  I  Dedew, 

O  might  I  this  moment  become  i 
My  fpirit  created  anew. 

My  flem  be  confign'd  to  the  tomb  ! 

HYMN    CLXXXIII.   Shepherd  of  Ifrael 

1  TJ  EJOICE  for  a  brother  deceas'd, 
X\.    Our  lofs  is  his  infinite  gain  ; 
A  foul  out  of  prifon  released, 

And  freed  from  its  bodily  chain  ; 
With  fongs  let  us  follow  his  flight, 

And  mount  with  his  fpirit  above, 
Efcap'd  to  the  manfions  of  light, 

And  lodg'd  in  the  Eden  of  love. 

2  Our  brother  the  haven  hath  gain'd, 

Out-flying  the  tempell  and  wind  ; 
His  reit  he  hath  fooner  obtain'd, 

And  left  his  companions  behind, 
♦Still  tofs'd  on  a  fea  of  diftrefs, 

Hard  toiling  to  make  the  bleft  more,. 
Where  all  is  affurance  and  peace, 

And  forrow  and  fin   are  no  more. 

3  Tnere  all  the  fhip's  company  meet, 

Who  faii'd  with  the  Saviour  beneath. 
With  fhouting  each  other  they  greet, 

Ar.d  triumph  o'er  trouble  and  death  : 
The  voyage  of  life's  at  an  end, 

The  mortal  affliction  is  pail, 
The  age,  that  in  heaven  they  fpend,, 

For  ever  and  ever  {hall  laft. 


FUNERAL.  177 

HYMN    CLXXXIV.     Triumph, 
,rT^  I  S  finiiVd,  'tis  done! 

J_      The  fpirit  is  fled* 
The  pris'ner  is  gone, 

The  Chriftian  is  dead -: 
The  Chriftian  is  living 

Thro'  Jefus's  love, 
And  gladly  receiving 

A  kingdom  above.  * 

All  honor  and  praife 

Are  Jefus's  due  : 
Supported  by  grace, 

He  fought  his  way  thro  ugh  $ 
Triumphantly  glorious 

Through  Jefus's  zeal, 
And  more  than  victorious 

O'er  fin,  death,  atid  hell. 
Then  let  us  record 

The  conquering  name, 
Our  Captain  and  Lord 

With  moutings  proclaim  j 
Who  truft  in  his  paffion 

And  follow  our  Head, 
To  certain  falvation 

We  all  mail  be  led. 
O  Jefus,  lead  on 

Thy  militant  care* 
And  give  us  the  crown 

Of  righteoiifnefs  there  s 
Where  dazzled  with  glory 

The  feraphim  gaze, 
Or  proftrate  adore  thee, 

In  ftlence  of  praife. 


I78  FUNERAL, 

5  Come  Lord,  and  difplay, 

Thy  fign  in  the  iky, 
And  bear  us  away 

To  manfions  on  high  : 
The  kingdom  be  given, 

The  purchafe  divine, 
And  crown  us  in  heaven 

Eternally  thine. 

HYMN    CLXXXV.     Sion* 

1  TT  OS  ANNA  to  Jefus  on  high  ! 
XT.    Another  has  entered  his  reft, 
Another  has  'fcap'd  to  the  fky, 

And  lodg'd  in  ImmanuePs  breaft  z 
The  foul  of  our  f  ler  is  gone, 

To  heighten  the  triumph  above, 
Exalted  to  Jefus's  throne, 

And  clafp'd  in  the  arms  of  his  love, 

2  What  fulnefs  of  rapture  is  there, 

While  Jefus  his  glory  difplays, 
And  purples  the  heavenly  air, 

And  fcatters  the  odours  of  grace  i 
He  looks — and  h!s  fervants  in  light 

The  bleflings  ineffable  meet : 
He  fmiJes,  and  they  faint  at  his  fight, 

And  fall  overwhelm'd  at  his  ieet, 

3  How  happy  the  angels  that 

Tranfpcrttd  at  Jefus's  name  : 
The  faints  whom  he  fconeit  fhfcl! 
To  (hare  in  the  feaft.of  the  l 


FUNERAL^  $70 

No  longer  imprifon'd  in  clay, 

Who  next  from  his  dungeon  mail  fly. 

Who  firft  (hall  be  fummon'd  away — . 
My  merciful  God—is  it  I  ? 

I.  O  Jefus,  if  this  be  thy  will, 

That  fuddenly  I  mould  depart* 
Thy  counfel  of  mercy  reveal, 

And  whifper  the  call  to  my  heart ; 
O  give  me  a  %nal  to  know, 

If  foon  thou  wouldft  have  me  removes 
And  leave  the  dull  body  below, 

And  fly  to  the  regions  above. 

HYMN    CLXXXVI.     Hamihorfl 

i  TT  APPY  who  in  Jefus  live, 
JlJL  But  happier  ftill  are  they 
Who  to  God  their  fpirits  give, . 

And 'fcape  from  earth  away : 
Lord,  thou  read'lt  the  panting  heart; 

Lord,  thou  hear*  ft  the  praying  figh  £ 
O  'tis  better  to  depart, 

'Tis  better  far  to  die* 

I  Yet  if  fo  thy  will  ordain 

For  our  companions'  goodj, 
Let  us  in  the  fielh  remain, 

And  meekly  bear  the  load? 
Till  we  have  our  grief  fill'd  up; 

Till  we  all  our  works  have  dontr 
Late  partakers  of  our  hope, 

\nd  fharers  of  thy  throne- 


i#o  For  Persons  joined  in  ^ellowshii 

3  To  thy  wife  and  gracious  will 

We  quietly  fubmit, 
Waiting  for  redemption  ftill, 

But  waiting  at  thy  feet : 
When  thou  wilt  the  bleffing  give^ 

Call  us  up  thy  face  to  fee : 
Only  let  thy  fervants  live, 

And  let  us  die  to  thee. 


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for  WKSOttS  joined  in  FELLOWSHIP 

HYMN    CLXXXVIL     Builth.- 

t        (~^  O  M  E   away  to  the  fkies, 

V^y    My  beloved,   arife, 
And  rejoice  in  the  day  thou  waft  born  ; 

On  this  feftivai  day, 

Come  exulting  away, 
And  with  finging  to  Sion  return, 

%       We  have  laid  up  our  love 

And  treafure  above, 
Tho*  our  bodies  continue  below  : 

The  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 

We  remember  his  word, 
And  with  finging  to  paradife  go, 

3       With  finging  we  praife 

The  original  grace, 
By  our  heav'nly  Father  bellow'.; 

Our  being  receive 

From  bis  bounty,  and  live 
To  the  honour  and  glory  of  G 


For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship.    iSs 

i       For  thy  glory  we  are 

Created  to  fhare, 
Both  the  nature  and  kingdom  divine  ; 

Created  again, 

That  our  fouls  may  remain 
In  time  and  eternity  thine. 

With  thanks  we  approve 

The  defign  of  thy  love, 
Which  hath  join'd  us  in  Jefus/s  name  ; 

So  united  in  heart, 

That  we  never  can  part, 
Till  we  meet  at  the  feait  of  the  Lamb* 

There,  there  at  his  feet, 

We  mall  fuddenly  meet, 
And  be  parted  in  body  no  more ! 

We  fhall  fing  to  our  lyres, 

With  the  heavenly  choirs, 
And  our  Saviour  in  glory  adore.. 

Hallelujah  we  fing 

To  our  Father  and  King, 
And  his  rapturous  praifes  repeal.; 

To  the  Lamb  that  was  ilain 

Hallelujah  again, 
Sing  all  heaven,  and  fall  at  his  feet. 

In  afiurance  of  hope, 

We  to  Jefus  look  up, 
Till  his  banner  unfurl* d  in  the  ak 

From  our  graves  we  fhall  fee, 

And  cry  out,  "  It  is  he," 
And  %  up  to  acknowledge  him  there 


%%2  Bor  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship 

HYMN     CLXXXVIII.     Derby. 

%        /^OME,  let  us  anew 

\_>  *  Our  journey  purfue, 

With  vigour  arife, 
$>nd  prefs  to  our  permanent  place  in  the  fkies  * 

Of  heavenly  birth, 

Tho'  wand'ring  on  earth, 

This  is  not  our  place, 
But  ftrangers  and  pilgrims  ourfelves  we  confefs. 

2  At  Jefus's  call 

We  give  up  our  all, 

And  ftill  we  forego", 
for  Jefus's  fake,  our  enjoyments  below  j 

No  longing  we  find 

For  the  country  behind  ; 

But  onward  we  move, 
And  itill  we  are  peeking  a  country  above. 

3  A  country  of  joy, 
Without  any  alloy, 
We  thither  repair, 

Our  hearts  and  our  treafure  already  are  there. 

We  march  hand  in  hand 

To  ImmanUel's  land ; 

No  matter  what  cheer 
We  meet  with  on  earth,  for  eternity's  near  I 
4.       The  rougher  our  way, 

The  fhorter  our  ftay  ; 

The  tempefts  that  rife 
Shall  glqrioufly  hurry  our  fouls  to  the  fkies  j 

The  fiercer  the  blaft, 

The  fooner  'tis  paft, 

The  troubles  that  come, 
Shall  come  to  our  refcue,  and  hallen  us  home. 


For  "Persons  joined  in  Fellowship.    183 


c 


[  Y  M  N    CLXXXIX.     BuihL 
OME,  let  us  afcend, 
My  companion  and  friend, 
To  tafte  of  the  banquet  above  ! 

If  thy  heart  be  as  mine, 

If  for  Jefus  it  pine, 
Come  up  into  the  chariot  of  love. 

Who  in  Jefus  confide, 

We  are  bold  to  out-ride 
The  ftorms  of  afHi&ion  beneath  \ 

With  the  prophet  we  foar 

To  the  heavenly  fhore, 
And  out-fly  all  the  arrows  of  death. 
3        By  faith  we  are  come 

To  our  permanent  home  : 
By  hope  we  the  rapture  improve  j 

By  love  we  flill  rife, 

And  look  down  on  the  fkies, 
For  the  heaven  of  heavens  is  love. 

Who  on  earth  can  conceive, 

How  happy  we  live 
In  the  palace  of  God,  the  great  King  i 

What  a  concert  of  praife, 

When  our  Jefus's  grace 
The  whole  heavenly  company  fing  ! 

What  a  rapturous  fong, 

When  the  glorify'd  throng 
In  the  fpirit  of  harmony  join  ! 

Join  all  the  -glad  choirs, 

Hearts,  voices,  and  lyres, 
And  the  burden  is  mercy  divine., 

O     2 


184    For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship 

6       Hallelujah  they  cry, 

To  the  king  of  the  fky, 
To  the  great  everlafting  I  AM; 
To  the  Lamb  that  was  {lain,  ' 
nd  liveth  again, 

•ah  to  God  and  the  Lambo 

nb  on  the  throne, 
J'.vells  with  his  own, 
livers  of  pleafure  he  leads  ; 
li  his  mercy's  full  blaze, 
.   i.h  the  fight  of  his  face, 
heatify'd  fpirits  he  feeds. 

?>        Our  foreheads  proclaim 
His  ineffable  name  ; 
Our  bodies  his  glory  difplay  ; 
A  day  without  night  - 
We  feaft  in  his  fight, 
And  eternity  feems  as  a  day  \ 

HYMN    CXC.    C.  M, 
i     TESUS,  great  Shepherd  of  the  {heep. 
J    To  thee  for  help  we  fly : 
Thy  little  flock  in  fafety  keep, 
Tor  O  the  wolf  is  nigh  ! 

2  He  comes,  of  heilifh  malice  full, 

To  fcatter,  tear,  and  flay ; 
He  feizes  ev'ry  ftraggling  foul, 
As  his  own  lawful  prey. 

3  Us  into  thy  protection  take, 

And  gather  with  thy  "arm  ; 
Unlefs  the  fold  we  firft.  forfake< 
The  wolf  can  never 'harm*     ' 


For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship,   185 

4  We  laugh  to  fcorn  his  cruel  pow'r, 

While  by  our  Shepherd's  fide ; 
The  fheep  he  never  can  devour, 
Unlefs  he  firft  divide. 

5  O  do  not  fuffer  him  to  part 

The  fouls  that  here  agree  ! 
But  make  us  of  one  mind  and  heart. 
And  keep  us  one  in  thee  ! 

6  Together  let  us  fweetly  live, 

Together  let  us  die  ; 
And  each  a  ftarry  crown  receive, 
And  reign  above  the  iky. 

HYMN    CXCI.     C  M- 

I    np  RY  us,  O  God,  and  fearch  the  ground 
1       Of  ev'ry  finful  heart ; 
Whate'er  of  fin  in  us  is  found, 
O  bid;  it  all  depart !. 

2,  When  to  the  right  or  left  we  ftrays 
Leave  us  not  comfortlefs  ; 
But  guide  our  feet  into  the  way 
Of  everlafting  peace. 

3  Help  us  to  help  each  other,  Lord,, 

Each  other's  crofs  to  bear ; 

Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford, 

And  feel  his  brother's  care= 

4  Help  us  to  build  each  other  up, 

Our  little  ftock  improve ; 
Increafe  our  faith,  confirm  our  hope., 
And  perfect  us  in  love, 


i86   For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship, 

5  Up  into  thee,  our  living"  Head, 

Let  us  in  all  things  grow, 
Till  thou  haft  made  us  free  indeed, 
And  fpotlefs  here  below. 

6  Then,  when  the  mighty  work  is  wrought? 

Receive  thy  ready  bride  ; 
Give  us  in  heaven  a  happy  lot 
With  all  the  fandify'd: 

HYMN     CXCII.     Cardiff. 

1  nPHOU  God  of  truth  z\A  love, 

1       We  feek  thy  perfect  way, 
Ready  thy  choice  t'  approve, 

Thy  providence  t'  obey, 
Enter  into  thy  wife  defign, 
And  fweetly  lofe  our  will  in  thine. 

2  Why  haft  thou  caft  our  lot 

In  the  fame  age  and  place  ? 
And  why  together  brought 

To  fee  each  other's  face ; 
To  join  with  fofteft  fympathy  ; 
And  mix  our  friendly  fouls  in  thee  r 

3  Didft  thou  net  make  us  one, 

That  we  might  one  remain, 
Together  travel  on, 

And  bear  each  other's  pain, 
Till  all  thy  -utmoft  goodnefs  prove, 
And  rife  renew'd  in  perfect  love  ? 

4  Surely  thou  didft  unite 

Our  kindred  fpirits  here, 
That  all  hereafter  might 

ffore  thy  throne  appear  ; 


For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship.   187 

Meet  at  the  marriage  of  the  Lamb, 
I     And  all  thy  glorious  love  proclaim, 

5  Then  let  us  ever  bear 

The  blefTed  end  in  view, 
And  join  with  mutual  care, 

To  fight  our  paffage- through  ; 
And  kindly  help  each  other  on, 
Till  all  receive  the  ftarry  crown . 

5  O  may  the  Spirit  feal 

Our  fouls  unto  that  day  ! 
With  all  thy  fulnefs  fill, 

And  then  tranfport  away  ! 
Away  to  our  eternal  reft, 

Away  to  our  Redeemer's  breaft  I 

to* .    _, 

HYMN     CSCHI.     Hamilton's* 

■s   T^  AT  HER  of  our  dying  Lord, 
SJ     Remember  us  for  good, 
O  fulfil  his  faithful  word, 

And  hear  his  fpeaking  blood  I 
Give  us  that  for  which  he  prays ; 

Father,  glorify  thy  Son  ; 
Shew  his  truth,  and  pow'r,  and  grace  3 

And  fend  the  promife  down. 

£  True  and  Faithful  Witnefs,  thou, 

O  Chrift,  the  fpirit  give  1 
Haft  thou  not  receiv'd  him  now. 

That  we  might  now  receive  I 
Art  thou  not  our  living  Head  ? 

Life  to  all  thy  Limbs  impart 1 
Shed  thy  love,  thy  Spirit  ihed. 

In  every  waiting  heart. 


1.88  For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship 

3  Holy  Ghoft,  the  Comforter, 

The  gift  of  Jefus,  come  : 
Glows  our  heart  to  find  thee  near, 

And  fwells  to  make  thee  room  : 
Prefent  with  us  thee  we  feel, 

Come,  O  come,  and  in  us  be ! 
With  us,  in  us,  live  and  dwell 

To  all  eternity. 

HYMN    CXCIV.     Hetham. 

1  T  E  S  U,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee, 
JJ    Let  us  in  thy  name  agree ; 
Shew  thyfelf  the  Prince  of  Peace,; 
Bid  our  jars  for  ever  ceafe. 

2  By  thy  reconciling  love 
Ev'ry  (tumbling  block  remove; 
Each  to  each  unite,  endear  ; 
Come  and  fpread  thy  banner  here., 

3  Make  us  of  one  heart  and  mind, 
Courteouo,  pitiful,  and  kind* 
Lowly,  meek  in  thought  and  word ; 
Altogether  like  our  Lord. 

4  Let  us  each  for  other  care, 
Each  the  other's  burden  bear  ; 
To  thy  church  the  pattern  give, 

Shew  how  true  believers  live. 

i 
$  Free  from  anger  and  from  pride* 
Let  us  thus  in  God  abide ; 
All  the  depths  of  love  exprefs, 
All  the  heights  of  holinefs. 


Tor  Pfrsons  joined  in  Fellowship.   189 

Let  lis  then  with  joy  remove 
J   To  thy  family  above  ; 
On  the  wings  of  angels  fly ; 
Shew  how  true  believers  die, 

HYMN    CXCV.    C.  % 

JE  S  U,  united  by  thy  grace, 
And  each  to  each  endear'd, 
With  confidence  we  feek  thy  face3 
And  know  our  pray'r  is  heard. 

5  Still  let  us  own  our  common  Lord; 
And  bear  thine  eafy  yoke, 
A  band  of  love,  a  three-fold  cords 
Which  never  can  be  broke. 

5  Make  us  into  one  fpirit  drink  1 

Baptize  into  thy  name  ; 
And  let  us  always  kindly  think? 
And  fweetly  fpeak  the  fame, 

\  Touched  by  the  loadftone  of  thy  Ioyt-, 
Let  all  our  hearts  agree ; 
And  ever  towards  each  other  move. 

And  ever  move  tow'rds  thee,  * 

I  To  thee  infeparably  join'd, 
Let  all  our  fpirits  cleave  ; 
0  may  we  all  the  loving  mind 
That  was  in  thee,  receive  ! 

6  This  is  the  bond  of  perfec"tneist 

Thy  fpotlefs  chanty : 
0  let  us  ftill,  we  pray,  poffefe 
The  mini  that  was  in  thee  ! 


190  ror  rERSONS  joinea  in  tellowship. 

7  Grant  this,  and  then  from  all  below 
Infenfibty  remove ; 
Our  fouls  their  change  fhall  fcarcely  know, 
Made  perfect  firft  in  love. 

$  With  eafe  our  fouls  thro'  death  fhall  glide 
Into  their  paradife  ; 
And  thence  on  wings  of  angels  ride 
Triumphant  thro'  the  flues. 

£  Yet  when  the  fulleft  joy  is  giv'n, 
The  fame  delight  we  prove ; 
In  earth,  in  paradife,  in  heaven, 
Our  All  in  All  is  love. 

HYMN     CXCVI.     Love-Fcajt. 

PART    THE    FIRST. 

1  f^i  OME,  and  let  us  fweetly  join, 
\^/    Chrift  to  praife  in  hymns  divine  I 
Give  we  all  with  one  accord, 

Glory  to  our  common  Lord  ; 
Hands,  and  hearts,  and  voices  raife  J 
Sing  as  in  the  ancient  days  ; 
Antedate  the  joys  above. 
Celebrate  the  feaft  of  love. 

2  Strive  we,  in  affection  ilrive; 
Let  the  purer  flame  revive, 
Such  as  in  the  martyrs  glow'd, 
Dying  champions  for  their  God : 
We  like  them  may  live  and  love ; 
Call'd  we  are  their  joys  to  prove  | 
Sav'd  with  them  from  future  wrath,, 
Partners  of  like  precious  faith- 


For  Per  SONS  joined  in  FELLOWSHIP^    !£l 

I   Sing  we  then  in  Jefu's  name, 
Now  as  yefterday  the  fame  : 
One  in  ev'ry  time  and  £>Iace, 
Full  for  all  of  truth  and  grace  : 
We  for  Chrift  our  matter  (land, 
Lights  in  a  benighted  land : 
We  our  dying  Lord  confefs  ; 
We  are  Jefu's  witneffesi 

\.  WitnefTes  that  Chrift  hath  dy'd ; 
We  with  him  are  crucify'd  : 
Chriit  haft  burft  the  bands  of  death  \ 
We  his  quick'ning  Spirit  breathe  ; 
Chrift  is  now  gone  up  on  high ; 
Thither  all  our  wifhes  fly ; 
Sits  at  God's  right  hand  above  ; 
There  with  him  we  reign  in  love„ 

HYMN     CXCVIL     Foundery. 

PART    THE     SECOND. 

i    f^i  OME,  thou  high  and  lofty  Lord  i 
V>    Lowly,  meek,  incarnate  word ; 
Humbly  ftoop  to  earth  again  j 
Come  and  yiut  abject  man ! 
Jefu,  dear  expected  gueft, 
Thou  art  bidden  to  the  feaft ; 
For  thyfelf  our  hearts  prepare  ! 
Come,  and  fit,  and  banquet  there* 

z  Jefu,  we  thy  prornife  claim  : 
We  are  met  in  thy  great  name  : 
In  the  midft  do  thou  appear, 
Manifeft  thy  prefence  here  ! 
R 


192  For  Person s  joined  in  Fel l  o  v^r  s hi p, 

San&ify  us  Lord,  and  blefs, 
Breathe  thy  Spirit,  give  thy  peace  : 
Thou  thyfelf  within  us  move  ! 
Make  our  feaft  a  feaft  of  love. 

3  Let  the  fruits  of  grace  abound  j 
Let  in  us  thy  bowels  found  ; 
Faith,  and  love,  and  joy  increafe. 
Temperance  and  gentlenefs ; 
Plant  in  us  thy  humble  mind, 
Patient,  pitiful,  and  kind : 
Meek  and  lowly  let  us  be, 

Full  of  goodnefs,  full  of  thee. 

4  Make  us  all  in  thee  complete : 
Make  us  all  for  glory  meet ; 
Meet  t*  appear  before  thy  fight, 
Partners  with  the  faints  in  light ; 
Call,  O  call  us  each  by  name, 
To  the  marriage  of  the  Lamb  : 
Let  us  lean  upon  thy  breaft ; 
Love  be  there  our  endlefs  feaft. 

HYMN    CXCVIII.     C.  M. 

1  f^i  OME,  let  us  ufe  the  gra^e  divine, 
\^   And  all  with  one  accord, 

In  a  perpetual  cov'nant  join 
Ourfelves  to  Chrift  the  Lord  : 

2  Give  up  ourfelves  thro'  Jefu's  pow'r. 

His  name  to  glorify, 
And  promife  in  this  facred  hour, 
For  God  to  live  and  die. 

3  The  covenant  we  this  momea:   - 

Be  ever  kept  in  mind ; 


for  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship.   193 

We  will  no  more  our  God  forfake* 
Or  caft  his  words  behind. 

4  We  never  will  throw  off  his  fear 

Who  hears  our  folemn  vow ; 
And  if  thou  art  well-pleas'd  to  hear, 
Come  down  and  meet  us  now. 

5  Thee,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft-, 

Let  all  our  hearts  receive  ; 

Prefent  with  the  c^leftial  holt,. 

The  peaceful  anfwer  give. 

6  To  each  the  cov'nant  blood  apply, 

Which  takes  our  fins  away  ; 
And  regifter  our  names  on  high, 
And  keep  us  to  that  day. 

H  Y  M  N    CXCIX.     L.  It 

On,  admitting  a  New  Member-. 

1  V>  ROTHER  in  Chrift,  and  well-belov'd* 
J3  To  Jefus  and  his  fervants  dear, 
Enter  and  fhew  thyfelf  approv'd  ; 

Enter,  and  find  that  God  is  here. 

2  'Scap'd  from  the  world,  redeem'd  from  liny 

By  fiends  purfuM,  by  men  abhorr'd, 
Come  in,  poor  fugitive,  come  in, 
And  (hare  the  portion  of  thy  Lord. 

3  Welcome  from  e^rth  ! — lo,  the  right  hand 

Of  fellowmip  to  thee  we  give  ! 
With  open  arms  and  hearts  we  ftand, 
«&nd  thee  in  Jefu's  name  receive. 


194  P°r  I*ER  sons  joined  in  Fellowship. 

4  Say,  is  thy  heart  refolv'd  as  ours  ? 

Then  let  it  burn  with  facred  love  : 
Then  let  it  tafte  the  hcav'nly  pow'rs, 
Partaker  of  the  joys  above. 

5  Jefu,  attend,  thyfelf  reveal ! 

Are  we  not  met  in  thy  great  name  ? 
Thee  in  the  midfl  we  wait  to  feel, 

We  wait  to  catch  the  fpreading  flames 

6  Thou  God,  that  anfwereft  by  fire, 

The  fpirit  of  burning  now  impart, 
And  let  the  flames  of  pure  defire 
Rife  from  the  altar  of  each  heart. 

7  Truly  our  fellowship  below, 

With  thee  and  with  the  Father  is  : 
In  thee  eternal  life  we  know, 
And  heavVs  unutterable  blifs. 

8  In  part  we  only  k;now  thee  here, 

But  wait  thy  coming  from  above ; — % 
And  I  mall  then  behold  thee  near, 
And  I  ihall  all  be  loft  in  love. 

HYMN    CC.     Hotham. 

On  •vjfiting  a  Friend. 

j    T>  E  A  C  E  be  on  this  houfe  beftow'd, 
XT'    Peace  on  all  that  here  refide  ; 
Let  the  unknown  peace  of  God 

With  the  man  of  peace  abide  ! 
Let  the  Spirit  now  come  down  : 

Let  the  blefling  now  ta^e  place  j 
Son  of  peace  receive  thy  crown, 

Fulnefs  of  the  gofpel-grace. 


For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship.   195 

a  Chrift,  my  mafter,  and  my  Lord, 

Let  me  thy  forerunner  be ; 
O  be  mindful  of  thy  word, 

Vifit  them,  and  vifit  me  ! 
To  this  houfe,  and  all  herein, 

Now  let  thy  falvation  come  I 
Save  our  fouls  from  inbred  fin  ! 

Make  us  thy  eternal  home  ! 

3  Let  us  never,  never  reft, 

Till  the  promife  is  fulmTd  : 
Till  we  are  of  thee  poffefs'd, 

Pardon'd,  fandifyM,  and  feal'd  1  ' 
Till  we  all,  in  love  renew'd, 

Find  the  pearl  that  Adam  loft, 
Temples  of  the  living  God, 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft  * 

HYMN     CCI.     C.  M. 
Parting. 

1  T>  LE  ST  be  the  dear  uniting  love^ 
J3   That  will  not  Jet  us  part ! 

Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove, 
We  ilill  are  one  in  heart. 

2  Joln'd  in  one  fpirit  to  our  Head, 

Where  he  appoints  we  go  ; 
And  ftill  in  Jefu's  footfteps  tread. 
And  mew  his  praife  below. 

3  O  may  we  ever  walk  in  him, 

And  nothing  know  befide, 
Nothing  defire,  nothing  elleeiJj 
But  Jefus  crucify'd  I 
R  2 


iq<5  For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship, 

4  Clofer  and  clofer  let  us  cleave 

To  his  belov'd  embrace  ; 
Expect  his  fulnefs  to  receive, 
And  grace  to  anfwer  grace. 

5  Partakers  of  the  Saviour's  grace, 

The  fame  in  mind  and  heart, 
Nor  joy,  nor  grief,  nor  time,  nor  place* 
Nor  life,  nor  death  can  part. 

V  But  let  us  haften  to  the  day, 

Which  mall  our  flefh  reftore  ; 
When  death  mail  all  be  done  away, 
And  bodies  part  no  more. 

HYMN     CCII.      Trumpet, 

1  TESUS,  accept  the  praife 
J    That  to  thy  name  belongs  ; 
Matter  of  all  our  praife, 

Subject  of  all  our  fongs  : 
Through  thee  we  now  together  came, 
And  part  exulting  in  thy  name. 

2  In  flefh  we  part  a  while, 

But  ftill  in  fpirit  join'd, 
T'  embrace  the  happy  toil, 

Thou  haft  to  each  aflign'd  .* 
And  while  we  do  thy  bleffed  will, 
We  bear  our  heaven  about  us  Hill. 

3  O  let  us  then  go  on 

In  all  thy  pleafant  ways, 
And  arm'd  with  patience,  run 

With  joy  the  appointed  race  ! 
Keep  us  and  ev'ry  feeking  foul, 
Till  all  attain  the  heav'ly  goaL 


For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship.   197 

4  There  we  mall  meet  again, 

When  all  our  toils  are  o'er, 
And  death,  and  grief,  and  pain, 

And  parting  are  no  more. 
We  mail  with  all  our  brethren  rife, 
And  grafp  thee  in  the  flaming  fkies. 

5  O  happy,  happy  day, 

That  calls  thy  exiles  home  ! 
The  heavens  {hall  pafs  away: 

The  earth  receive  its  doom  : 
Earth  we  mail  view  and  heav'n  deflroy'd* 
And  fhont  above  the  fiery  void. 

6  Then  let  us  wait  the  found 

That  mail  our  fouls  releafe, 
And  labour  to  be  found 

Of  him  in  fpotlefs  peace  : 
In  perfect  holinefs  renew'd, 
Adorn'd  with  Chrift,  and  meet  for  God. 

HYMN    CCIII.     C.  M. 

Waiting  for  the  Spirit  of  Adoption, 

1  ALL  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
^/Tjl.   And  never-ceafing  praife, 
While  angels  live  to  know  thy  name, 

Or  men  to  feel  thy  grace. 

2  With  this  cold  ilony  heart  of  mine, 

Jefus,  to  thee  I  flee  ! 
And  t"f   thy  grace  my  foul  reiign3 
To  be  renew'd  by  thee. 


Ip3  BIRTH-DAY. 

3  Give  me  to  hide  my  blufhing  face, 

While  thy  dear  crofs  appears  ; 
DifTolve  my  heart  in  thankfulnef=> 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 

4  0  may  the  un corrupted  feed 

Abide  and  reign  within  ; 
And  thy  life-giving  word  forbid 
My  new-born  foul  to  fin. 

5  Father,  I  wait  before  thy  throne  ; 

Call  me  a  child  of  thine  ! 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son* 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

6  There  fhed  thy  promis'd  love  abroad, 

And  make  mv  comfort  ftrong ; 
Then  mall  I  fay,  "My  Father,  God!J> 
With  an  unwavering  tongue. 


BIRT  H-D  A  Y. 
HYMN     CCIV.      Refurrcaioa 

GO  D  of  my  life,  to  thee 
My  cheerful  foul  I  raifc ; 
Thy  goodnefs  bade  me  be, 
And  ftill  prolongs  my  days  ; 
I  fee  my  natal  hour  return, 
A"«d  blefs  the  day  that  T  tiras  bom. 


BIRTH-DAY.  I99 

A  clod  of  living  earth, 
I  glorify  thy  name, 
From  whom  alone  my  birth, 
And  all  my  bleffings  came  ; 
Creating  and  preferving  grace 
Let  all  that  is  within  me  praife. 

Long  as  I  live  beneath, 

To  thee,  O  let  me  live  ; 
To  thee  my  ev'ry  breath 
In  thanks  and  praifes  give  \ 
Whate'er  I  have,  whate'er  I  am, 
Shall  magnify  my  Maker's  name. 

My  foul  and  all  its  pow'rs, 

Thine,  wholly  thine  mall  he  j 
All,  all  my  happy  hours 
I  confecrate  to  thee  : 
Me  to  thine  image  now  reftore, 
And  I  fhall  praife  thee  evermore,. 

I  wait  thy  will  to  do, 

As  angels  do  in  heav'n  ; 
In  Chrift  a  creature  new, 
Eternally  forgiv'n ; 
I  wait  thy  perfect  will  to  prove. 
All  fandify'd  by  finlefs  love. 

Then  when  the  work  is  done, 

The  work  of  faith  with  pow'r, 
Receive  thy  favour' d  fon 

In  death's  triumphant  hour  : 
Like  Mofes  to  thyfelf  convey, 
And  kifs  my  raptured  foul  away* 


200  BIRTH-DAY. 

HYMN    CCV.    Bmhl 

J  AWAY  with  our  fears, 

j£\.   The  glad  morning  appears, 

When  an  heir  of  falvation  was  born  !  • 
From  Jehovah  I  came, 
For  his  glory  I  am, 

And  to  him  I  with  finging  return* 

2  Thee,  Jefus,  alone, 
The  fountain  I  own 

Of  my  life  and  felicity  here  j 

And  cheerfully  ling 

My  Redeemer  and  King, 
Till  his  figns  in  the  heavens  appear; 

3  With  thanks  I  rejoice 
In  thy  fatherly  choice, 

Of  my  Hate  and  condition  below  ;- 

If  of  parents  I  came 

Who  honour'd  thy  name, 
'Twas  thy  wifdom  appointed  it  fo» 

4  I  fing  of  thy  grace, 
From  my  earlieii  days, 

Ever  near  to  allure  and  defend  ; 

Hitherto  thou  haft  been 

My  preferver  from  fin, 
And  I  truft  thou  wilt  fave  to  the  end> 

t        O  the  infinite  cares, 

And  temptations,  and  fnares, 
Thy  hand  hath  conducted  me  th'cugh 
O  the  bleiTmg  beftowM 
By  a  bountiful  God, 
And  the  mercies  eternally  new  ; 


BIRTH-DAT,  201 

;       What  a  mercy  is  this, 

What  a  hearven  of  blifs, 
How  unfpeakably  happy  am  I ! 

Gather'd  into  the  fold, 

With  thy  people  enroll'd, 
With  thy  people  to  live  and  to  die  ! 

O  the  goodnefs  of  God, 

In  employing  a  clod 
His  tribute  of  glory  to  raife  I 

His  ftandard  to  bear, 

And  with  triumph  declare 
His  unfpeakable  riches  of  grace  ! 

0  the  fathomlefs  love, 
That  has  deign'd  to  approve 

And  profper  the  work  of  my  hands  I 
With  my  paftoral  crook 

1  went  over  the  brook, 

And  behold !    I  am  fpread  into  bands.* 
i       Who,  I  afk,  in  amaze, 

Has  begotten  me  thefe  ? 
And  enquire  from  what  qu  arter  they  came  I 

My  full  heart  it  replies, 

The)r  are  born  from  the  fkies, 
And  gives  glory  to  God  and  the  Lamb, 
O     All  honour  and  praife 

To  the  Father  of  grace, 
To  the  Spirit,  and  Son,  I  return  i 

The  buiinefs  purfue 

He  hath  made  me  to  do, 
And  rejoice  that  I  ever  was  born. 
II      In  a  rapture  of  joy 

My  life  I  employ, 
The  God  of  my  life  to  proclaim  ? 


202  BACKSLIDER, 

JTis  worth  living  for  this. 
To  adminifter  blifs, 
And  falvation  in  Jefus's  name. 

12     My  remnant  of  days 
I  fpend  in  his  praife, 
Who  dy'd  the  whole  world  to  redeem  { 
Be  they  many  or  few, 
My  days  are  his  due, 
And  they  all  are  devoted  to  him ! 

<-«^><^>|^>^»>.> 

BACKSLIDER. 
HYMN    CCVI.    BuihL 

PART     THE     FIRST. 

1  IOW  happy  are  they 
JlX   Who  the  Saviour  obey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  treafure  above  i 
Tongue  cannot  exprefs, 
The  fweet  comfort  and  peace 

Of  a  foul  in  its  earlieft  love  1 

2  That  comfort  was  mine, 

When  the  favour  divine 
I  firit  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb* 

When  my  heart  it  believ'd, 

What  a  joy  I  receiv'd, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jefus's  name  i 

#       'Twas  an  heaven  below 

My  Saviour  to  know  ; 
The  angels  could  do  nothing  mot«e 

Than  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  ftory  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  imners  adw<-  . 


BACKSLIDER.  2©3 

Jefus  all  the  day  long 
Was  my  .joy  and  my  long  ; 

0  that  all  his  falvation  might  fee-? 
He  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cry'd, 
He  hath  fuffer'd  and  dy'd, 

To  reclaim  fuch  a  rebel  as  nve. 

On  the  wings  of  his  love 

I  was  carried  above 
AH  fin,  and  temptation,  and  pain  ; 

I  could  not  believe 

That  I  ever  mould  grieve, 
That  I  ever  Chould  fuffer  again, 

I  rode  on  the  fky, 

Freely  juftify'd  I, 
Nor  envy'd  Elijah  his  feat : 

My  foul  mounted  higher 

In  a  chariot  of  fire, 
And  the  moon  it  was  under  my  feet. 

0  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight, 

Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood  I 
Of  my  Saviour  poffeft, 

1  was  perfectly  bled, 

As  if  fiil'd  with  the  fulnefs  of  God* 
HYMN    CCVII.     BulhL 

PART    THE     SECOND* 

AH  !  where  am  I  now  ? 
When  was  it  or  how 
That  I  fel-  from  my  heaven  of  grace  ^ 
I  am  brought  into  thrall, 
I  mi  ffripr.  of  my  All, 

1  ■■■<:  bun Im'd  from1  Jefus's  face. 


204  BACKSLIDER* 

2  Hardly  yet  do  I  know 
How  I  let  my  Lord  go, 

So  infeniibly  ftai'ting  afide, 
When  the  tempter  came  in 
With  his  own  fubtle  fin, 

And  infected  my  fpirit  with  pride; 

3  But  I  felt  it  too  foon, 
That  my  Saviour  was  gone, 

Swiftly  vanifhing  out  of  my  fight ; 

My  triumph  and  boaft 

On  a  fudden  were  loft, 
And  my  day  it  was  turn'd  into  night, 

4  Only  pride  could  deftroy 
That  innocent  joy, 

And  make  my  Redeemer  depart ; 

But  whate'er  was  the  ^aufe, 

I  lament  the  fad  lofs^ 
For  the  veil  is  come  over  my  heart 

5  Ah  !   wretch  that  I  am  ! 
I  can  only  exclaim, 

Like  a  devil  tormented  within, 

My  Saviour  is  gone,, 

And  has  left  me  alone, 
To  the  fury  of  Satan  and  fin. 

6  Nothing  now  can  relieve, 
Without  comfort  I  grieve, 

I  have  loft  all  my  peace  and  my  petf  r 
No  accefs  do  I  find 
To  the  friend  of  mankind  : 

1  can  afk  for  his  mercy  no  more. 

7  Tongue  cannot  declare 
The  torment  I  bear, 

(While  no  end  of  my  trouble*  I  &«•) 


BACKSLIDER-  ^05 

Only  Adam  could  tell 

On  the  day  that  he  fell, 
And  was  turn'd  out  of  Eden  like  me} 
5       Driven  out  from  my  God, 

I  wander  abroad, 
Thro'  a  defert  of  farrows  I  rove  5 

And  how  great  is  my  pain, 

That  I  cannot  regain 
My  Eden  of  Jefus's  love  ! 
o       I  never  mall  rife 

To  my  firfl  paradife, 
Or  come  my  Redeemer  to  fee  r 

But  I  feel  a  faint  hope, 

That  at  Iaft  he  will  ftoop, 
And  his  pity  mall  bring  him  to  me. 

HYMN     CCVIII.      Fumrah 

3    T  T  O  W  (hall  a  loft  fmner  in  pain, 
JL  JL    Recover  his  forfeited  peace  ? 
When  brought  into  bondage  again, 

What  hope  of  a  fecond  releafe  ? 
Will  mercy  itfelf  be  fo  kind 

To  fpare  fuch  a  rebel  as  me  ? 
And  O  !   can  I  pcfiibly  find 

Such  plenteous  redemption  in  thee  J 
2   O  Jefus,  of  thee  I  require, 

If  Mill  thou  art  able  to  fare, 
The  brand  to  pluck  out  of  the  fire, 

And  lanfom  my  foul  from  the  grave, 
The  help  of  thy  Spirit  refoore, 

And  mew  me  the  life-giving  blood, 
And  p-irdjn  a  finner  once  more, 

And  bring  me  again  unto  GocL 


206  BACKSLIDER. 

3  O  Jefus,  in  pity  draw  near, 

Come  quickly  to  help  a  loft  foul, 
To  comfort  a  mourner  appear, 

And  make  a  poor  Lazarus  whole  : 
The  balm  of  thy  mercy  apply, 

(Thou  feed  the  fore  anguilh  I  feel) 
Save,  Lord,  or  I  perifh,  I  die, 

O  fave,  or  I  fink  into  hell ! 

4  I  fink,  if  thou  longer  delay 

Thy  pardoning  mercy  to  fhow ; 
Come  quickly,  and  kindly  difplay 

The  pow'r  of  thy  pafiion  below. 
By  all  thou  haft  done  for  my  fake, 

One  drop  of  thy  blood  I  implore  \ 
Now,  now  let  it  touch  me,  and  make 

The  finner  a  finner  no  more. 

HYMN    CCIX.     izth  Pfalm. 
For  the  Morning. 

1  TITHE  RE  is  my  God,  my  joy,  my  hope, 

V  V      The  dear  defire  of  nations,  where  ? 
Jefus,  to  thee  my  foul  looks  up, 

To  thee  directs  her  morning  pray'r  ; 
And  fpreads  her  arms  of  faith  abroad, 
T'  embrace  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  God.! 

2  Mine  eyes  prevent  the  morning-ray, 

Looking,  and  longing  for  thy  word ; 
Come,  O  my  Jefus,  come  away, 

And  let  my  heart  receive  its  Lord} 
Which  pants  and  ftruggles  to  be  free, 
And  breaks  to  be  detain'd  from  the*, 


A    PARENTS    PRAYER.  2 

3  Appear  in  me,  bright  Morning-Star, 

And  fcatter  all  the  (hades  of  night  1 
I  faw  thee  once,  and  came  from  far, 

But  quickly  loft  thy  tranfient  light  \ 
And  now  again  in  darknefs  pine, 
Till  thou  throughout  my  nature  mine.. 

4  In  patient  hope  I  now  take  heed 

To  the  fure  word  of  promis'd  grace, 
Whofe  rays  a  feeble  luitre  fned, 

Faint  glimmering  thro'  the  darkfome  plac 
Till  thou  thy  glorious  light  impart, 
And  rife  the  Day-Star  in  my  heart. 

£  Come,  Lord,  be  manifefled  here, 

And  all  the  devil's  works  deftroy  ; 
Now  without  fin  in  me  appear, 
And  fill  with  everlafling  joy  : 
Thy  beatific  face  difplay, 
Thy  prefence  is  the  perfect  day. 

<..«^«§0*^>..> — — 

A  PARENT'S  PRAYER. 

'HYMN    CCX.     CM. 

3    /"^i  O  D  only  wife,  almighty,  good, 
VJT    Send  forth  thy  truth  and  light, 

To  point  us  out  the  narrow  road, 
And  guide  our  fteps  aright : 

2  To  fteer  our  dang'rous  courfe  between 
The  rocks  on  either  hand  : 
And  fix  us  in  the  golden  mean, 
And  bring  our  charge  to  land., 

S    2 


208  NATIVITY. 

3  Made  apt  by  thy  fufficient  grace 

To  teach  as  taught  by  thee, 
We  come  to  train  in  all  thy  ways,^ 
Our  rifing  progeny. 

4  Their  felfifh  will  in  time  fubdue, 

And  mortify  their  pride  ; 
And  lend  their  youth  a  facred  clew- 
To  find  the  crucify'd  ! 

5  We  would  in  ev'ry  ftep  look  up, 

By  thy  example  taught, 
T*  alarm  their  fear,  excite  their  hope. 
And  rectify  their  thought. 

6  We  would  perfuade  their  hearts  t'  obey 

With  mildei.1  zeal  proceed ) 

And  never  take  the  harfher  way, 

When  love  will  do  the  deed. 

7  For  this  we  afk,  in  faith  fincere, 

The  wifdom  from  above, 
To  touch  their  hearts  with  filial  fear, 
And  pure,  ingenuous  love  ! 

8  To  watch  their  will  to  fenfe  inclin'd, 

Withhold  the  hurtful  food  ; 
And  gently  bend  their  tender  mind* 
And  draw  their  fouls  to  God. 


NATIVITY. 
HYMN    CCXI.     Bzukh. 

AL  L  hail !    happy  day, 
When  enrob'd  in  our  clay^ 
The  Redeemer  appear'd  upon  earth  ■ 


NATIVITY. 

How  can  we  refrain 

For  to  join  the  glad  ftrain, 
And  to  hail  our  Immanuel's  birth  ? 

How  boundlefs  that  love, 

Firfl  begotten  above, 
And  thro'  Jefus  to  fmners  made  known  ! 

Lift,  lift  up  the  voice, 

And  exulting  rejoice, 
For  Jehovah  to  earth  is  come  down. 

Ye  angels  of  God, 

Sound  his  praifes  abroad, 
And  acknowledge  him  JAH,  the  I  AM  | 

We  alfo  will  join 

In  a  hymn  fo  divine, 
Giving  glory  to  Godand  the  Lamb. 

To  Chrift  we  will  fing, 

As  our  High-Prieil  and  King, 
And  our  Prophet  to  teach  us^the  road ; 

But  more  than  all  this, 

For  almighty  he  is, 
And  we  own  him  our  crucify' d  God. 

To  Jefus's  praife 

Let  us  fpend  all  our  days, 
For  'tis  he  who  our  furety  hath  ftood  : 

He  fojourned  below, 

That  his  mercy  might  flow, 
And  he  purchas'd  our  pardon  with  blood. 

O   may  the  return 

Of  this  once  bleffed  mom, 
Be  for  ever  remember'd  with  joy  ! 

Sweet  accents  of  praife 

AH  our  voices  fhali  raife, 
Hallelujahs  fhall  be  our  employ ! 


2iO  NATIVITY* 

7  Let  echo  prolong 
The  harmonious  fong, 

Hallelujahs  again  and  again  : 

He  kindles  the  fire, 

Whom  the  nations  defire, 
And  to  him  we  devote  the  gla<i  {train, 

8  Bleft  Jefus,  while  we 
Pay  our  tribute  to  thee, 

Let  us  worfhip,'  admire  and  adore : 
x-  Accept  as  thy  crown,1 

What  before  was  thy  own, 
Hallelujahs  and  praife  evermore. 

HYMN     CCXII.      Salijbury. 

I    TTARK!   the  herald-angels  fing,' 
JljL    "  Glory-  to  the  new-born  King  ; 
"  Peace  on  earth,  and  rnercy  mild  ; 
"  God  and  finners  reconcil'd," 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rife, 
Join  the  triumphs -of  the  fties, 
With  th'  angelic  hoft  proclaim, 
"  Chrift  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 

t   Chrift,  by  higheft  heav'n  ador'd, 

;    Chrift  the  everlafting  Lord ; 
Late  in  time  behold  him  come, 
Offspring  of  a  virgin's  womb  : 
Vcil'd  in  flefh,  the  Godhead  fee, 
Hail  the  incarnate  Deity  ! 
Pleas'd  as  man  with  men  t'  appear, 
Jefus  our  Immanuel  here. 

3   Hail  the  heav'n-born  Prince  of  Peace. 
Hail  the  Sun  of  righteoufnefs  ! 


NEW-YEAR'S  DAY.  ££I 

Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 
Ris'n  with  healing  in  his  wings ; 
Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by, 
Born,  that  man  no  more  may  die  j 
Born  to  raife  the  fons  of  earth, 
Born  to  give  them  fecond  birth. 

Come,  defire  of  nations,  come, 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  home  ; 
Rife,    the  woman's  conqu'ring  feed? 
Bruife  in  us  the  ferpent's  head  : 
Adam's  likenefs  now  efface, 
Stamp  thine  image  in  its  place  5 
.Second  Adam  from  above, 
Reinftate  us  in  thy  love. 


NEW-YEAR's  DAY. 
HYMN     CCXIII.     Lenox, 

THE  Lord  of  earth  and  iky, 
The  God  of  ages  praife, 
\Vhp  reigns  enthron'd  on  high, 
Ancient  of  endlefs  days  ; 
Who  lengthens  out  our  trials  here3 
And  fpares  us  yet  another  year. 

Barren  and  wither'd  trees, 

We  cumber'd  long  the  ground, 
No  fruit  of  holinefs 

On  our  dead  fouls  was  found  5 
Yet  doth  he  us  in  mercy  fpare, 
Another,  an$  another  year, 


212  NEW-YEARS    DAY. 

g       When  juftice  bar'd  the  fworcl 
To  cut  the  fig-tree  down, 
The  pity  of  our  Lord 
Cry'd,  let  it  ftill  alone  ! 
The  Father  mild  inclines  his  ear, 
And  fpares  us  yet  another  year. 

4  Jefu,  thy  fpeaking  blood 

From  God  obtain'd  the  grace* 
Who  therefore  hath  beftow'd 

On  us  a  longer  fpace  : 
Thou  didft  in  our  behalf  appear, 
And  lo,  we  fee  another  year  ! 

5  Then  dig  about  our  root, 

Break  up  cur  fallow  ground, 
And  let  our  gracious  fruit 

To  thy  great  praife  abound ; 
O  let  us  all  thy  praife  declare, 
And  fruit  unto  perfection  bear. 

HYMN     CCXIV.     Cormjb. 

1  Ql  I  N  G  to  the  great  Jehovah's  praife  V 
O    All  praife  to  him  belongs  ; 

Who  kindly  lengthens  out  our  days, 

Demands  our  choiceft  fongs, 
Whofe  providence  has  brought  us  through 

Another  various  year : 
We  all  with  vows/  and  anthems  new, 

Before  our  God  appear. 

2  Father,  thy  mercies  paft  we  own, 

Thy  ftill  continued  care  ; 
To  thee  prefenting,  thro*  thy  Son, 
Whate'er  we  have,  or  are  ; 


g6od-fPxIday.  2!^ 

Our  lips  and  lives  fhaU  gladly  (how 

The  wonders  of  thy  love, 
While  on  in  Jefu's  fteps  we  go 

To  feek  thy  face  above. 

Our  refidue  of  days  or  hours, 

Thine,  wholly  thine  fnall  be, 
And  all  our  confecrated  pow'rs 

A  facrirlce  to  Thee, 
Till  Jefus  in  the  clouds  appear 

To  faints  On  earth  forgiven, 
And  bring  the  grand  fabbatic  year* 

The  jubilee  of  heaven* 

GOOD-FRIDAY. 
HYMN    CCXV.     C.  M. 

ALAS!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
And  did  my  Sov'reign  die? 
Would  he  devote  that  facred  head 
For  fuch  a  worm  as  I  ? 

Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done. 

He  groan'd  iipon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !    grace  unknown  ! 

And  love  beyond  degree  1 

5  Well  might  the  fun  in  darknefs  hide* 
And  (hut  his  glories  in ; 
Whc "-n  Chrilt  the  mighty  maker  dy'd 
X'o ;•  man  the  creature's  fin  \ 


214  PFAYfcR    FOR    FAITH. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blufhing  face, 
While  his  dear  crofs  appears : 
Diflblve  my  heart  in  thankfulnefs, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 
£   But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myfelf  away  ; 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

HYMN    GCXVI.     C.  M.- 

A  Prayer  for  Faith. 

1     fj  ATHER,  I  ftretch  my  hands  to  thee 
X?     No  other  help  I  know  : 
If  thou  withdraw  thyfelf  from  me, 
Ah  !   whither  mail  I  go  ? 
t  What  did  thy  only  Son  endure, 
Before  I  drew  my  breath  ! 
What  pain*  what  labour  to  fecure 
My  foul  from  endlefs  death  ! 

3  O  Jefu,  could  I  this  believe, 

I  now  fhould  feel  thy  pow'r ; 
Now  my  poor  foul  thou  wouldil  retrieve,, 
Nor  let  me  wait  one  hour. 

4  Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 

My  weary,  longing  eyes, 
O  let  me  now  receive  that  gift; 
My  foul  without  it  dies. 

5  Surely  thou  canft  not  let  me  die  \ 

O  fpeak,  and  I  fhall  live  ! 

And. here  I  will  unweary'd  lie  ; 

Till  thou  thy  Spirit  give^ 


v5mCERE    PRAISJB.  21$ 

5  The  worft  of  finners  would  rejoice, 
Could  they  but  fee  thy  face  ; 
O  let  me  hear  thy  quick'ning  voice* 
And  talte  thy  pard'ning  grace  ! 

HYMN    CCXVII.     S.  Mi 

Sincere  Praife. 

i      A    LMIGHTY   Maker,  God; 
11,   How  glorious  is  thy  name  ! 
Thy  wonders  how  diffus'd  abroad 
Throughout  creation's  frame  ! 

2  In  native  white  and  red, 

The  rofe  and  lily  Hand, 
And  free  from  pride  their  beauties  fpreadj 
To  mow  thy  iliiifiil  hand. 

3  The  lark  mounts  up  the  fky 

With  unambitious  fong, 
And  bears  her  Maker's  praife  on  high* 
Upon  her  artlefs  tongue. 

4  Fain  would  I  rife  and  fing 

To  my  Creator  too  j 
Fain  would  my  heart  adore  my  King, 
And  give  him  praifes  due. 

5  But  pride  that  bufy  fin* 

Spoils  all  that  I  perform  ; 
Curs'd  pride  that  creeps  fecurely  in'jS 
And  fwells  a  haughty  worm. 

6  Thy  glories  I  abater 

Or  praife  thee  with  defign, 
Fart  of  thy  favours  I  forget, 
Or  think  the  merit  mine', 
T 


2l6  SINCERE    PRAISE. 

7  Create  my  foul  anew, 

Elfe  all  my  worfhip's  vain  ; 
This  wretched  heart  will  ne'er  prove  trufc 
Till  it  be  form'd  again. 

8  Defcend,  celeftial  fire, 

And  feize  me  from  above  \ 
Wrap  me  in  flames  of  pure  defire, 
A  facrifice  of  love. 

9  Let  joy  and  wormip  fpend 

The  remnant  of  my  days, 
And  to  my  God  my  foul  afcend, 
In  fweet  perfumes  of  praife. 

HYMN     CCXVIII.     Tallh. 

1  ~\T  E    heavens  rejoice  in  Jefus's  grace, 

X      Let  earth  make  a  noife  and  echo  hi 

praife  ; 
Our  all-loving  Saviour  hath  pacify'd  God, 
And  paid  for  his  favour  the  price  of  his  bleed 

2  Ye  mountains  and  vales,  in  praifcs  abound, 
Ye  hills  and  ye  dales,  continue  the  found  : 
Break  forth  into  fir.ging,  ye  trees  of  the  wood 
For  Jefus  is  bringing  loit  iinners  to  God. 

3  Atonement  he  made  for  every  one, 
The  debt  he  hath  paid,  the  work  he  hath  done 
Shout  all  the  creation  below  and  above, 
Afcribing  falvation  to  Jefus's  love. 

4  Hie  mercy  hath  brought  falvation  to  all, 
Who   take  it  unbought  he  frees  them   fro 

thrall, 
Throughout  the  believer  his  glory  difplays. 
And  perfe&s  for  ever  the  veffels  of  grace. 


INCONSTANCY,    &C  217 

H  Y  M  N    CCXIX.     L.  M. 

Inconjlancy. 

LORD    Jefu,-  when,  when  fhall  it  be, 
That  I  no  more  mail  break  with  thee  ? 
When  will  this  war  of  paffions  ceafe, 
And  my  free  foul  enjoy  thy  peace  \ 

:   Here  I  repent  and  fin  again  ; 
Now  I  revive,   and  now  am  flain  ; 
Slain  with  the  fame  unhappy  dart, 
Which  Oh  i   too  often  wounds  my  heart* 

\  O  Saviour,  when,  when  fhall  I  be 
A  garden  feai'd  to  all  but  thee  ? 
No  more  expos'd,  no  more  undone ; 
But  live  and  grow  to  thee  alone  ? 

\  Guide  thou,  O  Lord,  guide  thou  my  courie; 
And  draw  me  on  with  thy  fweet  force  ; 
Still  make  me  walk,  ft  ill  inikc  me  tend, 
By  thee  my  way,  to  thee  my  end. 

HYMN    CCXX.     S.  M. 

A   Morning  Hymn. 
\   11TE  lift  our  hearts  to  thee, 
V  V      O  Day-ftar  from  on  high  \ 
The  fun  itfelf  is  but  thy  (hade, 
Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  &y? 

O  let  thy  orient  beams 

The  night  of  iin  difperfe, 
The  mills  of  error,  and  of  vice.. 

Which  fhade  the  univerfe  ! 


2l8  EVENING    HYMN. 

3  How  beauteous  nature  now  I 

How  dark  and  fad  before  ! 
With  joy  we  view  the  pleafing  change, 
iVnd  nature's  God  adore. 

4  O  may  no  gloomy  crime 

Pollute  the  rifing  day, 
Or  Jefu's  blood,  like  ev'ning  dew8 
Wafh  all  the  flains  away. 

5  May  we  this  life  improve, 

To  mourn  for  errors  paft, 
And  live  thb-ihort  revolving  day? 
As  if  it  were  our  lall. 

6  To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit  one  in  three, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  fhall  for  ever  be. 

HYMN    CCXXL    C.  M.. 

An  Evsnlng  Hymn. 
5       A    LL  praife  to  him  who  dwells  in  blif33 
JLjL  Who  made  both  day  and  night ; 
Whofe  throne  is  darknefs  in  the  abyfs 
Of  uncreated  light. 

%  Each  thought  and  deed  his  piercing  eyes 
With  ftriflefi  fearch  furvey  ;- 
The  deepeft  (hades  no  more  difguife 
Than  the  full  blaze  of  day. 

3  Whom  thou  doft  guard,  O  King  of  kings, 
No  evil  mall  moleft  : 
Under  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
Shall  they  feciirely  relt ; 


SACRAMENTAL.  2*9 

Thy  angels  fhall  around  their  beds 

Their  conftant  ftations  keep  : 
Thy  faith  and  truth  mall  mield  their  heads* 

For  thou  doft  never  fleep. 

May  we  with  calm  and  fweet  repofe, 
And  heavenly  thoughts  refrehYd, 

Our  eye-lids  with  the  morn's  unclofe, 
And  bleis  thee,  ever  blefs'd. 

<c^0<><^»> 

SACRAMENTA  L. 
H  Y  M  N     CCXXII.     JVelJh. 
N   that  fad  memorable  night, 
When  Jems  was  for  us  betray'd, 
He  Left  his  death  recording  rite, 

He  took  and  blefs'd  and  brake  the  breads 
And  gave  his  own  their  lall  bequeft, 
And  thus  his  love's  intent  exprefs'd  : 

2  Take,  eat,  this  is  my  body  given, 

To  purchafe  life  and  peace  for  you, 
Pardon  and  holinefs  and  heaven  ; 

Do  this,   my  dying  love  to  fhew, 
Accept  your  precious  legacy, 
And  thus,  my  friends,  remember  me. 

3  He  took  into  his  hands  the  cup, 

To  crown  the  facramental  feaft, 
And  full  of  kind  concern  look'd  up, 

And  gave  what  he  to  them  had  bleft  % 
And  drink  ye  all  of  this,   he  faid, 
In  fclsmn  mem'ry  of  the  dead. 
T  3 


aiO  SACRAMEKTA1. 

4  This  is  my  blood  which  feals  the  new 
Eternal  cov'iiant  of  my  grace, 
My  blood  fo  freely  fhed  for  you, 

For  you  and  all  the  finful  race ; 
My  blood  that  fpeaks  your  fins  forgiven,, 
And  juftifies  your  claim  to  heaven. 

HYMN    CCXXIII.    S.  M. 

1  T     E  T  all  who  truly  bear 

1   i   The  bleeding  Saviour's  name, 
Their  faithful  hearts  with  us  prepare, 

And  eat  the  Pafchal  Lamb: 

Our  paflover  was  (lain 

At  Salem's  ha'llow'd  place, 
Yet  we  who  in  our  tents  remain, 

Shall  gain  his  largeft  grace. 

2  This  euchariftic  feaft 
Our  every  want  fupplies, 

And  ftill  we  by  his  death  are  bleft> 

And  fhare  his  facrifice  : 

By  faith'  his  flefh  we  eat 

Who  here  his  paffion  fhow, 
And  God  out  of  his  holy  feat 

Shall  all  his  gifts  bellow. 

g       Who  thus  our  faith  employ 
His  "fufFerings  to  record, 
Ev?n  now  we  mournfully  enjoy 
Communion  with  our  Lord  % 
As  though  we  ev'ry  or.e 
^Beneath  his  aoU  had  flood, 
And  feen  him  heave  and  heard  him  groaiiy 
And  felt  his  gufhing  blood. 


■ 


SACRAMENTAL  221 

A,       O  God  !    'tis  finifh'd  now  ! 

The  mortal  pang  is  paft  I 
By  faith  his  head  we  fee  him  bow. 

And  hear  him  breathe  his  laft  ! 

We  too  with  him  are  dead, 

And  (hall  with  him  arife, 
The  crofs  on  which  he  bows  his  head, 

Shall  lift  us  to  the  fkies. 

HYMN     CCXXIV.     Hamilton'^ 

i    TJ  OCK  of  Ifrael,   cieft  for  me, 
X\.    For  us,  for  all  mankind, 
See,  £hy  feeblelt  followers  fee, 

Who  call  thy  deatk  to  mind : 
Sion  is  the  very  land; 

Us  beneath  thy  fhade  receive,, 
Grant  us  in  the  cleft  to  (land, 

And  by  thy  dying  live, 

3  In  this  howling  wildernefs, 

On  Calvary's  fteep  top, 
Made  a  curfe,  our  fouls  to  blefs, 

Thou  once  waft  lifted  up  ; 
Stricken  there  by  Mofes'  rod, 

Wounded  by  a  deadly  blow, 
Gufhing  ftreams  of  life  o'erfl.ow'd 

The  thirfty  world  below. 

3  Rivers  of  falvation  ftjll 
Along  the  defert  roll, 
Rivers  to  refrem  and  heal 
'  The  fainting,,  finking  (o^\; 


222  SACRAMENTAL, 

Still  the  fountain  of  thy  blood 

Stands  for  Tinners  open'd  wide, 
Now,  e'en  now,  my  Lord,  and  God, 

I  wain  me  in  thy  fide. 

4  Now,  e'en  now,  we  all  plunge  in, 

And  drink  the  purple  wave  j 
This  is  the  antidote  cf  fin, 

'Tis  this  our  fouls  (hall  fave  : 
With  the  life  of  Jefus  fed, 

Lo  !"from  itrength  to  itrength  we  rife-, 
Followed  by  our  Rock,  and  led 

To  meet  him  in  the  ikies. 

HYMN    CCXXV.     L.  M. 

i       A     UTHOR  of  our  falvatlon,  thee 
jL~\.    With  lowly  thankful  hearts  we  praife, 
Author  of  this  great  myltery, 

Figure  and  means  of  faving  grace. 

2  The  facred  true  effectual  fign, 

Thy  body  and  thy  blood  it  mows, 
The  glorious  initrument  divine 

Thy  mercy  and  thy  itrength  beftows. 

3  We  fee  the  blood  that  feals  our  peace, 

Thy  pard'ning  mercy  we  receive  : 
The  bread  dcth  viiibly  exprefs 

The  itrength  through  which  our  fpirits  live, 

4  Our  fpirits  drink  a  frefft  fupply, 

And  eat  the  bread  fo  freely  given, 
Till  borne  on  eagle's  wings  we  fly, 

And  banquet  with  our  Lord  in  heaven. 


SACRAMENTAL.  223 

HYMN    CCXXVI.     C.  M. 

THOU,   who  this  myfterious  bread 
Didft  in  Emmaus  break, 
Return  herewith  our  fouls  to  feed, 
And  to  thy  followers  fpeak. 

Unfeal  the  volume  of  thy  grace, 

Apply  the  gofpel-word, 
Open  our  eyes  to  fee  thy  face, 

Our  hearts  to  know  thee,  Lord. 

Of  thee  we  commune  ftill,  and  mourn 

Till  thou  the  veil  remove, 
Talk  with  us,  and  our  hearts  (hall  burr? 

With  flames  of  fervent  lcve. 

jg  Enkindle  now  the  heavenly  zeat, 
Anc!  make  thy  mercy  known, 
And  give  our  pardon 'd  fouls  to  feel 
That  God"  and  love  are  one. 

H  Y  M  N    CCXXVII.     C.  M. 

1  TESUS,    at  whofe  fupreme  comman| 
J     We  thus  approach  to  God, 
Before  us  in  thy  vefture  ftand, 

Thy  veiture  dipt  in  blood. 

2  Obedient  to  thy  gracious  word, 

We  break  the  hallow'd  bread, 
Commemorate  our  dying  Lord, 
And  truft  on  thee  to  feed. 

3  Now,  Saviour,  now  thyfelf  reveal* . 

And  make  thy  nature  known, 
Affix  the  facramental  feal, 

And  flamp  us  for  thine  own/    " 


224  SACRAMENTAL.. 

4  The  tokens  of  thy  dying  love 

O  let  us  all  receive, 
And  feel  the  quickening  fpirit  move.. 
And  fenfibly  believe. 

5  The  cup  of  blelTing  bleft  by  thee, 

Let  it  thy  blood  impart  ; 
The  bread  thy  myftlc  body  be, 
And  cheer  each  languid  he^t. 

5  The  grace  which  fure  falvation  brings, 
Let  us  herewith  receive  ; 
Satiate  the  hungry  with  good  things, 
The  hidden  manna  give. 

HYMN     CCXXVIII.     Plymouth, 

HO  is  this  that  comes  from  far, 
Clad  in  garments  dipt  in  blood  ? 
Strong  triumphant  traveller, 
Is  he  man,  or  is  he  God  ? 

"  I  jhat  fpeak  in  righteoufnefs, 
Son  of  God  and  man  I  am, 

"  Mighty  to  redeem  your  race  : 
"  Jefus  is  your  Saviour's  name." 

Wherefore  are  thy  garments  red, 

Dy'd  as  in  acrimfon  fea? 
They  that  in  a  wine-vat  tread, 

Are  not  itain'd  fo  much  as  thee. 

"  I  the  Father's  fav'rite  Son, 

"  Have  the  dreadful  wine-prefs  trod, 

"  Borne  the  vengeful  wrath  alone, 
"  All  the  fierecil  wrath  of  God." 


SACRAMENTAL.  22 

HYMN      CCXXIX.      Plymouth, 

JESU,  dear  redeeming  Lord, 
Magnify  th)'  dying  word, 
In  thine  ordinance  appear, 
Come  and  meet  thy  followers  here. 

;   In  the  rite  thou  haft  enjoin'd, 
Let  us  now  our  Saviour  find  ; 
Drink  thy  blood,  for  iinners  fhed, 
Tafte  thee  in  the  broken  bread. 

;  Thou  our  faithful  hearts  prepare, 
Thou  thy  pard'ning  grace  declare  j 
Thou  that  haft  for  fmners  dy'd, 
Shew  thyfelf  the  crucify'd  ! 

\  All  the  power  of  fin  remove* 
Fill  us  with  thy  perfect  love, 
Stamp  us  with  the  ftamp  divine, 
Seal  our  fouls  for  ever  thine. 

H  Y  M  N    CCXXX.     S.  M. 
E  S  tj,  we  thus  obey 
Thy  laft  and  kindeft  word, 
Here  in  thine  own  appointed  way* 
We  ccme  to  meet  our  Lord. 

I  The  way  thou  haft  enjoin'd, 
Thou  wilt  therein  appear  : 
We  come  with  confidence  to  find 
Thy  fpecial  prefence  here. 

3  Whate'er  the  Almighty  can 
To  pardon'd  iinners  give, 
The  fulnefs  of  our  God  made  man 
We  here  with  Chrift  receipt. 


2z6  Exhorting  and  Blseeching,  &c 


EXHORTING  and  BESEECHING 
RETURN  to  GOD. 

HYMN    CCXXXI.     Talfc. 


* 


J  /^\  ALL  that  pafs  by,  to  Jefus  drawnea 
\^j  He  utters  a  cry,  ye  finners,  give  eari 
From  hell  to  retrieve  you  he  fpreads  out  h 

hands : 
Now,  now  to  receive  you,  he  gracioufly  (land 

2   If  any  man  thirft,  and  happy  would  be, 
The  vileit  and  worit  may  come  unto  me  ; 
May  drink  of  my  fpirit  (excepted  is  none) 
Lay  claim  to  my  meritj  and  take  for  his  owi 

j  Whoever  receives  the  life-giving  word, 
In  Jefus  believes,  his  God  and  his  Lord, 
In  him  a  pure  river  of  life  mall  arife, 
Shall  in  the  believer  fpring  up  to  the  ikies. 

4  My  God,  and  my  Lord !  thy  call  I  obey  \ 
My  foul  on  thy  word  of  promife  I  ftay : 
Thy  kind  invitation  I  gladly  embrace, 
Athirit  for  falvation,  falvation  by  grace. 

5  O  batten  the  hour!  fend  down  from  above 
The  fpirit  ef  power,  of  health,  and  of  lov< 
Of  filial  fear,  of  knowledge  and  grace  ; 
Of  vvifdom ,  of  oraver,  of  iov.  tuv]  of 


Exhorting  ana  Beseeching,  &c,   227 

6  The  fpirit  of  faith,  of  faith  in  thy  blood. 
Which  faves  us  from  wrath,  and  brings  us  to 

God; 
Removes  the  huge  mountain  of  indwelling  fin, 
And  opens  a  fountain  that  waihes  us  clean. 

HYMN     CCXXXII.     fallk 

1  r  a  1 HY  faithfulnefs,  Lord,  each  foment  we 

1  find, 

So  true  to  thy  word,  fo  loving  and  kind ! 
Thy  mercy  fo  tender  to  all  the  loft  race, 
The  fouleft  offender  may  turn  and  find  grace, 

2  The  mercy  I  feel,  to  others  I  fhewJ: 
I  fet  to  my  feal  that  Jefas  is  true  >. 

Ye  all  may  find  favour,  who  come  at  his  call  5 
O  come  to  my  Saviour  :   his  grace  is  for  all, 

3  To  fave  what  was  loft  from  heaven  he  came  ; 
Come,  finners,  and  trail  in  Jefus's  name  ! 
He  offers  you  pardon,  he  bids  you  be  free  ! 
If  fin  be  your  burden,  O  come  unto  me  ! 

4.  O  let  me  commend  my  Saviour  to  you, 
•     The  publican's  friend,  and  advocate  too  ; 

For  you  he  is  pleading  his  merits  and  death. 

With  God  interceding  for  finners  beneath* 

5  Then  let  us  fubmit  his  grace  to  receive, 
Fall  down  at  his  feet,  and  gladly  believe  ; 
We  all  are  forgiven  for  Jefus's  fake  : 
0'.:r  titljp  io  heaven  his  merit  we  make. 
U 


228       PLEASANTNESS   OF  RELIGION. 
JD-efcrihing  the  Pleafantnefs  of  Religion, 

HYMN    CCXXXIII.     Triumph. 

i    T)  E  JO  ICE  evermore  with  angels  above, 
X\.    In  Jefus's  pow'r,  in  Jefus's  love  : 
With  glad  exultation  your  triumph  proclaim 
Afcribing  falvation  to  God  and  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Thou,  Lord,  our  relief  in  trouble  haft  been 
Haft  fav'd  us  from  grief,  haft  fav'd  us  from  fin 
The  pow'r  of  thy  Spirit  hath  fet  our  hearts  free 
And  now  we  inherit  all  fulnefs  in  thee. 

3  All  fulnefs  of  peace,  all  fulnefs  of  joy, 
And  fpiritual  blifs  that  never  fliall  cloy, 
To  us  it  is  given  in  Jefus  to  know 

A  kingdom  of  heaven,  a  heaven  below. 

4  No  longer  we  join,  while  tinners  invite* 
Nor  envy  the  fwine  their  brutifh  delight ; 
Their  joy  is  all  fadnefs,  their  mirth  is  all  vain 
Their  laughter  is  madnefs,  their  pleafuve  is  pain 

5  O  might  they  at  !aft  with  forrow  return, 
The  pleasures  to  tafte  for  which  they  were  born 
Our  Jefus  receiving,  our  happinefs  prove, 
The  joy  oi"  believing,  the  heaves  of  love. 

HYMN     CCXXXIV.     Dedication. 

I    ~\1£T  E  ARY  fouls  that  wander  wide 
V  V      From  the  central  point  of  blifs, 
Turn  to  Jefus  crucify'd, 

Fly  to  thofe  dear  wounds  of  his  : 
Sink  into  the  purple  flood  ; 
Rife  into  the  life  of  God  ! 


DESCRIBING  JUDGMENT.  2ZQ 

I  Find  in  Chrift  the  way  of  peace, 

Peace  unfpeakable,  unknown  ; 
By  his  pain  he  gives  you  eafe, 

Life  by  his  expiring  groan  ; 
Rife  exalted  by  his  fall, 
Find  in  Chrift  your  all  in  all. 
j  O  believe  the  record  true, 

God  to  you  his  Son  hath  given  ! 
Ye  may  now  be  happy  too  : 

Find  on  earth  the  life  of  heaven  s 
Live  the  life  of  heaven  above, 
All  the  life  of  glorious  love. 
This  the  univerfal  blifs, 

Blifs  for  every  foul  defign'd  t 
God's  original  promife  this, 
.s    God's  great  gift  to  all  mankind  ; 
Bleft  in  Chrift  this  moment  be  I 
Bleft  to  all  eternity  ! 

HYMN    CCXXXV.     Klngs<wm$ 

Defcribing  of  Judgment. 

I    QTAND  th'  omnipotent  decree! 
t3   Jehovah's  will  be  done  ! 
Nature's  end  we  wait  to  fee, 

And  hear  her  final  groan  : 
Let  this  earth  chTolve  and  blend 

In  death  the  wicked  and  the  juft, 
Let  thofe  pond'rous  orbs  defcend, 

And  grind  us  into  duft. 
Refls  fecure  the  righteous  man  ;■ 

At  his  Redeemer's  beck, 
Sure  to  emerge  and  rife  again, 

And  mount  above  the  wreck. 


;G  DESCRIBING    HEAVEN- 

I_.o  !   the  heavenly  fpirit  tower.;, 
Like  flames  o'er  nature's  iiuvral  pyre, 
Triumphs  in  immortal  powers, 

And  claps  his  wings  of  fire  ! 
Nothing  hath  the  mil  to  lofe 

By  worlds  on  worlds  deftroy'dV. 
For  beneath  his  feet  he  views 

With  fimles  the  flaming  void; 
Sees  this  univerfe  renew'd, 

The  grand  millenial  year  begun  ; 
Shouts  with  all  the  fons  of  God 

Around  th'  eternal  throne  I 
Refting  in  this  glorious  hope 

To  be  at  lafl  reftor'd, 
Yield  we  now  our  bodies  up 

To  earthquake,  plague,  or  fworc, 
Lift'ning  for  the  call  divine, 

The  lateft  trumpet  of  the  feven  ; 
Soon  our  foul  and  dull  mall  join, 

And  both  fly  up  to  heaveu^ 

HYMN     CCXXXVI.     FwuraL 

DdcriUng  of  Heaven. 

I  LONG  to  behold  him  arrayM 
With  glory  and  light  from  above, 
The  King  in  his  beauty  difplay'd, 

His  beauty  of  holieft  love  : 
I  languish  and  figh  to  be  there, 

Where  Jefus  hath  hVd  his  abode ; 
O  when  ftiaU  we  meet  in  the  air, 
And  fly  to  the  mountain  of  God  i 
!  With  him  I  on  Sion  fhall  ftand 

(For  Jefu6  hath  fpoken  the  word) 


PRAYING  F02.    A   BLESSING.  23I 

The  breadth  of  Immanuel's  land 

Survey  by  the  light  of  my  Lord  : 
But  when  on  thy  bofom  reclinM 

Thy  face  1  am  ftrengthened  to  fee, 
My  fulnefs  of  rapture  I  find, 

My  heaven  of  heavens  in  thee. 
j  How  happy  the  people  that  dwell 

Secure  in  the  city  above  ! 
No  pain  the  inhabitants  feel, 

No  ficknefs  nor  forrow  fhall  prove  ; 
Phyfician  of  fouls,  unto  me 

Forgivenefs  and  holinefs  give  ; 
And  then  from  the  body  fet  free, 

And  then  to  the  city  receive. 

HYMN    CCXXXVIL     Bexiey. 

Praying  for  a  Blejjing. 
\    T  a  1HOU  Son  of  God,  whofe  flaming  eyes 
JL      Our  inmoft  thoughts  perceive, 
Accept  the  evening-facrince, 

Which  now  to  thee  we  give. 
We  bow  before  tlvy  gracious  throne, 

And  think  ourfelves  iincere  : 
But  fhew  us,  Lord,  is  every  one 

Thy  real  wormipper  ? 
Is  here  a  foul  that  knows  thee  not, 

Nor  feels  his  want  of  thee  ? 
A  ftranger  to  the  blood  which  bought 

His  pardon  on  the  tree  ? 
Convince  him  now  of  unbelief, 

His  defperate  ftate  explain  : 
And  fill  his  heart  with  facred  grief, 

And  penitential  pain. 

U.2- 


232        PRAYING    FOR    A     BLESSING. 

5  Speak  with  that  voice  which  wakes  the  dead, 
And  bid  the  deeper,  rife, 
And  bid  his  guilty  confcience  dread 
The  death  that  never  dies. 

■6  Extort  the  cry,  What  mull  be  done 
To  fave  a  wretch  like  me  ? 
How  (hall  a  trembling  fmner  fhun 
That  endlefs  mifery  ? 

7   I  mull  this  inftant  now  begin 
Out  of  ray  fieep  to  wake  ; 
And  turn  to  God,  and  cv'ry  fin 
Continually  forfake. 

$  1  muft  for  faith  inceflant  cry, 

And  wreftle,  Lord,  with  thee  ! 
I  mull  be  born  again  cr  die 
To  all  eternity  ! 
HYMN    CCXXXVIII.     Alanch. 

1  g^i  OME,  O  thou  all-vi£torious  Lord, 
\_y    Thy  pow'r  to  us  make  known  : 
Strike  with  the  hammer  of  thy  word, 

And  break  thefe  hearts  of  (lone. 

2  O  that  we  all  might  now  begin 

Our  foolifhnefs  to  mourn  I 
And  turn  at  once  from  ev'ry  fir., 
And  to  the  Saviour  turn. 

3  Give  us  ourfelves  and  thee  to  know 

In  this  our  gracious  day  ; 

Repentance  unto  life  beftow, 

And  take  our  fins  away. 

4.  Conclude  us  hrft  in  unbelief, 
And  freely  then  releafe ; 


DESCRIBING'  FORMAL    RELIGION.      233 

Fill  every  foul  with  facred  grief, 

And  then  with  facred  peace. 

j»  Impoverifh,  Lord,  and  then  relieve, 

And  then  enrich  the  poor  ; 

The  knowledge  of  our  ficknefs  give, 

The  knowledge  of  our  cure. 

6  That  blefifed  fenfe  of  guilt  impart, 

And  then  remove  the  load  ; 
Trouble  and  warn  the  troubled  heart 
In  the  atoning  blood. 

7  Our  defperate  (late  through  iin  declare, 

And  fpeak  our  fins  forgiven  s 
By  perfect  holinefs  prepare, 
And  take  us  up  to  heaven. 

HYMN    CCXXXIX.     }?#&* 

Defcribing  Formal  Religion. 

i    T     ONG  h*ve  I  feem'd  to  ferve  thee,  Lord1 
JL  4    With  unavailing  pain  ; 
Failed,  and  pray'd,  and  read  thy  word, 
And  heard  it  preach'd  in  vain. 

2  Oft  did  I  with  th'  affembly  join, 

And  near  thy  altar  drew, 

A  form  of  godiincfs  was  mine, 

The  pow'r  I  never  knew. 

3  I  refted  in  the  outward  law, 

Nor  knew  its  deep  deiign; 
The  length  and  breadth  I  never  faw, 
And  height  of  love  divine. 

4  To  pleafe  thee  thus,  at  length  I  fee, 

Vainly  J  hop'd  and  ftrove : 
For  whst  are  outward  things  to  thee3 
UV/Iefs  they  fpring  from  lov^  ? 


234    P°r  Mourners  convinced of  Sin. 

5  I  fee  the  perfect  law  requires 

Truth  in  the  inward  parts  ; 
Our  full  confent,  our  whole  defires, 
Our  undivided  hearts. 

6  But  I  of  means  have  made  my  boaft, 

0/  means  an  idol  made  : 
The  fpirit  in  the  letter  loft, 
The  fubilance  in  the  (hade. 

7  Where  am  I  now,  or  what  my  hope  ? 

What  can  my  weaknefs  do  ? 
Jefus,  to  thee  my  foul  looks  up  ; 
'Tis  thou  muft  make  it  new. 

HYMN     CCXL.     Bexky. 

For  Mourners  convince  J  of  Sin. 

l    tf~^.  OD  is  in  this  and  ev'ry  place  ; 
'  v_T    But  O  how  dark  and  void 
To  me  !    'tis  one  great  wildernefs, 
This  earth,  without  my  God. 

Z   Empty  of  him  who  all  things  fills, 
Till  he  his  light  impart ; 
Till  he  his  glorious  felf  reveals. 
The  veil  is  on  my  heart. 

3  O  thou  who  feeft  and  knoweft  my  grief. 

Thy  felf  unfeen,  unknown, 
Pity  my  helplefs  unbelief, 
And  take  away  the  flone. 

4  Regard  me  with  a  gracious  eye, 

The  long-fought  bleffing  give  : 
And  bid  me  at  the  point  to  die, 
Behold  thv  face  and  live. 


ir  Mourners  brought  to  the  Eirth,  23^ 

A  darker  foitl  did  never  yet 

Thy  promis'd  help  implore  : 
O  that  I  now  my  Lord  might  meet? 

And  never  lofe  him  more  ! 
Now,  Jefus,  now  the  Father's  love 

Shed  in  my  heart  abroad  ; 
The  middle  wall  of  fin  remove* 

And  let  me  into  God. 

HYMN    CCXLI.     Fetter-Lane,. 
For  Mourners  brought  to  the  Birth. 

THOU  hidden  God,  for  whom  I  groan* 
Till  thou  thyfelf  declare  ; 
I    God  Inaccefiible,  unknown, 
Regard  a  fmner's  pray'r  : 
i  A  finner  welt'ring  in  his  blood, 
UnpurgM  and  unforgiv'n  ; 
Far  diftant  from  the  living  Godv 
As  far  as  hell  from  heav'n. 
j.  An  unregen'rate  child  of  man, 
To  thee  for  faith  I  call  : 
Pity  thy  falPn  creature's  pain, 
And  raife  me  from  my  fall  ! 
}  The  darknefs  which  thro'  thee  I  feel* 
Thou  only  canft  remove  ; 
Thy  own  eternal  pow'r  reveal, 
The  Deity  of  Love  ! 
j  Thou  Ijait  in  unbelief  ihut  up, 
That  grace  may  let  me  go  ; 
In  hope  believing  againil  hope, 
I  wait  the  truth  to  know, 
5  Thou  wilt  in  me  reveal  thy  name. 
Thou,  wilt  thy  light  afford  : 


2$6      CONVINCED  OF  BACKSLIDING. 

Bound  and  opprefs'd,  yet  thine  I  am, 
The  prifoner  of  the  Lord. 

,7  I  would  not  to  thy  foe  fubmit; 
I  hate  the  tyrant's  chain  ; 
Send  forth  thy  prifoner  from  the  pit, 
Nor  let  me  cry  in  vain. 

8  Shew  me  the  blood  that  bought  my  peace, 

The  ccv'nant  blood  apply, 
And  all  my  griefs  at  once  mall  ceafe, 
And  all  my  fins  fhall  die. 

9  Now,  Lord,  if  thou  art  pow'r,  defoend  j 

The  mountain  fin  remove  ; 
My  unbelief  and  troubles  end, 
If  thou  art  truth  and  love  1 

10  Speak  Jefu,  fpeak  into  my  heart, 

What  thou  for  me  haft  done ; 
One  grain  of  living  faith  impart, 
And  God  is  all  my  own. 

HYMN     CCXLII.      Pudfey. 

Convinced  of  Bachfl'iding, 

1  rTH  HOU  man  of  griefs,  remember  roe, 

JL      Who  never  canft  thyfelf  forget, 
Thy  laft  myfterious  agony, 

Thy  fainting  pangs,  and  bloody  fweat  \ 

2  When  wreftling  in  the  ftrength  of  prayer. 

Thy  fpirit  funk  beneath  its  load, 
Thy  feeble  fle'fh  abhorr'd  to  bear 
The  wrath  of  an  Almighty  God, 

3  Father,  if  I  may  call  thee  fo, 

Regard  my  fearful  heart's  defire, 


MOURNERS    RECOVERED.  23? 

Remove  this  load  of  guilty  woe, 

Nor  let  me  in  my  fins  expire  ! 
I  tremble,  left  the  wrath  divine, 

Which  bruifes  now  my  wretched  foul, 
Should  bruife  this  wretched  foul  of  mint 

Long  as  eternal  ages  roll. 
To  thee  my  laft  diftrefs  I  bring  ! 

The  heightened  fear  of  death  I  find  j 
The  tyrant,  brandifhing  his  fting, 

Appears,  and  hell  is  clofe  behind. 
S  I  deprecate  that  death  alone, 

That  endlefs  banifhment  from  thee  : 
O  fave  and  give  me  to  thy  Son, 

Who  trembled,  wept,  and  bled  for  me.- 

HYMN    CCXLIII.     Dedication 
For  Mourners  Recovered. 

JE3U,  Shepherd  of  the  fheep, 
Pity  my  unfettl'd  foul  ; 
Guide,  and  nounfh  me  and  keep* 

Till  thy  love  fhall  make  me  whole  1 
Give  me,  perfect  foundnefs  give, 
Make  me  iteadfaftly  believe. 
I  am  never  at  one  ftay  ; 

Changing  ev'ry  hour  I  am  : 
But  thou  art  as  yefterday, 

Now  and  evermore  the  fame  ; 
Conftancy  to  me  impart, 
'Stablifh  with  thy  grace  my  heart* 
Lay  thy  weighty  crofs  on  me, 

All  my  unbelief  controu! : 
Till  the  rebel  ceafe  to  be, 

Keep  him  down  within  my  ioul  i 


238  BELIEVERS   REJOICING. 

That  he  never  more  may  move, 
Root  and  ground  me  fail  in  love,. 

4  Give  me  faith  to  hold  me  up, 

Walking  over  life's  rough  fea  ; 

Holy,  purifying  hope 

Still  my  foul's  fure  anchor  be  $ 

That  I  may  be  always  thine, 

Perfect  me  in  love  divine. 

HYMN     CCXLIV.     Hamilton's, 

1  f~\  FT  I  in  my  heart  have  faid, 
\J    Who  fhall  afcend  on  high, 
Mount  to  Chrifl  my  glorious  head, 

And  bring  him  from  the  iky  ? 
Borne  on  contemplation's  wing, 

Surely  I  mall  find  him  there, 
Where  the  angels  praife  their  king,> 

And  gain  the  morning-liar. 

2  Oft  I  in  my  heart  have  faid, 

Who  to  the  deep  fhall  floop, 
Sink  with  Chrifl  among  the  dead 

From  thence  to  bring  him  up/ 
Could  I  but  my  heart  prepare 

By  unfeign'd  humility, 
Chrifl  would  quickly  enter  there,* 

And  ever  dwell  with  me; 


5 


But  the  righteoufnefs  of  faith 
Hath  taught  me  better  things? 

"Inward  turn  thine  eyesw  (it  fajtifc 
While  Chrifl  to  me  it  bring*. ) 


Believers  tighting — Fraying.  239 

f  Chrift  is  ready  to  impart 

"  Life  to  all,  for  life  who  figh  ; 
*'  In  thy  mouth,  and  in  thy  heart 
<'The  word  is  ever  nigh." 
HYMN     CCXLV.     Olnej. 
For  Believers  Fighting. 

OMay  thy  powerful  word 
Infpire  a  feeble  worm, 
To  rufh  into  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 

And  take  it  as  by  ilorm  ! 
O  may  we  ail  improve 

The  grace  already  given, 
To  feize  the  crown  of  perfect  love, 
And  fcale  the  mount  of  heaven  ! 
HYMN    CCXLVI.     Sheffield. 
For  Believers  Praying. 

1  f\  Wond'rous  power  of  faithful  prayer  i 
V_>/  What  tongue  can  tell  th5  almighty  grace'1 
God's  hands  or  bound  or  open  ares 

As  Mofes  or  Elijah  prays  ; 
Let  Mofes  in  the  Spirit  groan, 
And  God  cries  out,  "  Let  me  alone  J 

2  "  Let  me  alone  that  all  my  wrath 

"  May  rife,  the  wicked  to  confume  ? 
"  While  Jultice  hears  thy  praying  faith, 

"  It  cannot  feal  the  dinner's  doom  ; 
'"  My  Son  is  in  my  fervant's  pray'ry 
"  And  Jefus  forces  me  to  fpare." 

3  O  bleffed  word  of  gofpel-grace, 
Which  now  we  for  our  Ifraei  plead  I 

A  faithiefs  and  backfliding  race, 

Wi  c  -xi  thou  haft  out  of  Egypt  freed  > 
■X 


240  BELIEVERS     WATCHING 

O  do  not  then  in  wrath  chaftife, 
Nor  let  thy  whole  difpleafure  rife  ! 

4  Father  !   we  afk  in  Jefu's  name, 

In  Jefu's  pow'r  and  fpirit  pray, 
Divert  thy  vengeful  thunder's  aim  !       , 

O  turn  thy  threat'ning  wrath  away  ! 
Our  guilt  and  punifhment  remove, 
And  magnify  thy  pard'ning  love  ! 

5  Father  !   regard  thy  pleading  Son, 

Accept  his  all-availing  prayer, 
And  fend  a  peaceful  anfwer  down. 

In  honour  of  our  fpokefman  there, 
Whofe  blood  proclaims  our  fins  forgiven, 
And  fpeaks  thy  rebels  up  to  heaven. 

HYMN    CCXLVIL     JJlington. 

For  Believers   Wc.'ch'ing. 

1  "|3  IERCE,  fill  me  with  an  humble  fear 

I       My  utter  heipleffnefs  reveal : 

Satan  and  fin  are  always  ;iea:- 
Thee  may  I  always  necer  ieel. 

2  O  !   ':hat  to  thee  my  confla  t  mind 

Might  with'  an  even  flame  afpire  ', 
Pride  in  its  earlieil  motions  £nd, 
And  mark  the  rifings  of  def;  z. 

3  O  !   that  my  tender  foul  mi    ;>t  fly 

The  firfl  abhorr'd  approach  of  ill  j 
Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye 

The  flighteit  touch  of  fin  to  feel! 

4  Till  thou  anew  my  foul  create, 

Still  may  I  drive,  and  watch,  and  pray..-. 
Humbly  and  confidently  wait, 
And  long  to  fee  the  perfect  day. 


BELIEV-ERS    WORKING.  241 

H  Y  M  N    CCXLVIII.     z$J  Pfalm. 
For  -Believers    Working. 

WHEN  quiet  in  my  houfe  I  fit, 
Thy  book  be  my  companion  {till  \ 
My  joy,  thy  fayings  to  repeat, 

Talk  o'er  the  records  of  thy  will ; 
And  fearch  the  oracles  divine, 
Till  ev'ry  heart-felt  word  be  mine. 

0  may  the  gracious  words  divine 
Subject  of  all  my  converfe  be  ; 

So  will  the  Lord  his  follower  join, 

And  walk  and  talk  himfelf  with  me  \ 
So  mail  my  heart  his  prefence  prove, 
And  burn  with  everlaiting  love. 

3  Oft  as  I  lay  me  down  to  reft, 
O  may  the  reconciling  word 

Sweetly  compofe  my  weary  breaft, 
While  on  the  bofom  of  my  Lord 

1  fink  in  blifsful  dreams  away, 
And  v iiions  of  eternal  day  I 

4  Kifing  ::o  fing  fny  Saviours  praife, 

Thee  may  I  pabliia  ail  day  long, 
Ard  let  thy  precious  word  of  grace 

Flow  from  my  heart  and  fill  my  tongue  ; 
Fill  all  my  life  with  pureit  love, 
And  join  me  to  thy  church  above. 

H  Y  M  N     CCXLIX.     Marimhoum, 
For  Believers   Suffering. 
I    TV /TASTER,    I  own  thy  lawful  claim, 
jLtX    Thine,  wholly  thine,   I  long  to  bet 
Thou  feeft  at  jaft  I  willing  am, 

Where'er  thou  go' ft  to  follow  thee  \ 


242     BELIEVERS  SUFFERING. 

Myfelf  in  all  things  to  deny  : 
Thine,  wholly  thine,  to  live  and  die. 

2  Whate'er  my  finful  ftem  requires, 

For  thee  I  cheerfully  forego  ; 
My  covetous  and  vain  defires, 

My  hopes  of  happinefs  below  ; 
My  fenfes'  and  my  paflions'  food, 
And  all  my  third  for  creature  good. 

3  Pleafure,  and  weallh,  and  praife  no  more 

Shall  lead  my  captive  foul  aftray  ; 
My  fond  purfuits  I  all  give  o*er, 

Thee,  only  thee  refolv'd  t'  obey  j 
My  own  in  all  things  to  refign, 
And  know  no  other  will  but  thine. 

4  All  pow'r  is  thine  in  earth  and  heaven  ;  ■ 

All  fulnefs  dwells  in  thee  alone  ; 
Whate'er  I  have  was  freely  giv'n  ; 

Nothing  but  fin  1  call  my  own  : 
Other  propriety  difclaim  : 
Thou  only  art  the  great  I  AM. 

5  Wherefore  to  thee  I  all  refign  ; 

Being  thou  art,  and  Love,  and   Pow'r  j 
Thy  only  will  be  done,  not  mine  ! 

Thee,  Lord,  let  earth  and  heav'n  adored 
Flow  back  the  rivers  to  the  fea, 
And  let  our  all  be  loft  in  thee  ! 

HYMN    CCL.     KingswooJ, 

\    f^i  AST  on  the  fidelity 
\^/    Of  my  redeeming  Lord', 
X  lhall  his  falvation  fee 
According  to  his^vord ? 


BELIEVERS  SUFFERING.      243 

Credence  to  his  word  I  give, 

My  Saviour  in  diitreffes  pad 
Will  not  now  his  fervant  leave, 

But  bring  me  through  at  laft. 
Better  than  my  boding  fears 
'   To  me  thou  oft  haft  prov'd ; 
Oft  obferv'd  my  filent  tears, 

And  challeng'd  thy  belov'd  : 
Mercy  to  my  refcue  flew. 

And  death  ungrafp'd  his  fainting  prey  ; 
"Pain  before  thy  face  withdrew, 
And  forrow  fled  away. 
5  Now  as  yefterday  the  fame, 
In  all  my  troubles  nigh, 
Jefus,  on  thy  word  and  name 

I  fteadfajtly  rely  : 
Sure  as  now  the  grief  I  feel, 

The  promis'd  joy  I  foon  fhall  have  5 
Sav'd  again,  to  finners  tell 
'  Thy  power  and  will  to  fave. 
4   To  thy  bleiied  will  refign'd, 
And  iTay'd  on  that  alone, 
I  thy  perfect  ftrength  fhall  find, 

Thy  faithful  mercies  own  ; 
Compafs'd  round  with  fongs  of  praife, 

My  all  to  my  Redeemer  give  ; 
Spread  thy  miracles  of  grace, 
And  for  thy  glory  live. 

HYMN    CCLL     Welling. 
l    r~|~1  hou  Lamb  of  God,  thou  Prince  of  Peace* 
J_      For  thee  my  thirfty  foul  doth  pine  \ 
My  longing  heart  implores  thy  grace  ; 
O  make  me  in  thy  likenefs  (kine  1 

X  2- 


-V|4  BELIEVER3    SUFFERING. 

2  With  fraudlefs,  even,  humble  mind, 

Thy  will  in  all  things  may  I  fee  ! 
In  love  be  every  wifh  refigu'd, 

And  hallow'd  my  whole  heart  to  thee* 

3  When  pain  o'er  my  weak  flefli  prevails, 

With  lamb-like  patience  arm  my  breaft  ; 
When  grief  my  wounded  foul  aftaib, 
In  lowly  meeknefs  may  I  relt. 

4  Clofe  by  thy  fide  ftill  may  I  keep, 

Howe'er  life's  various  currents  flow  ; 
With  fteadfaft  eye  mark  ev'ry  ftep, 
And  follow  thee  where'er  thou  go. 

5  Thou,  Lord,  the  dreadful  fight  haft  won  ; 

Alone  thou  haft  the  wine  prefs  trod  3 
In  me  thy  ftrength'ning  grace  be  mown, 
O  may  I  conquer  through  thy  blood  1 

§  So  when  on  Sion  thou  (halt  (land, 

And  all  heaven's  holts  adore  their  King, 
Shall  I  be  found  at  thy  right  hand, 
And  free  from  pain  thy  glories  fing. 

H  Y  M  N    CCLII.    Athhm. 

4     T  E  S  U,  the  weary  wand'rers'  reft, 
J     Give  me  thy  eafy  yoke  to  bear  5 
With  fteadfaft  patience  arm  my  breaft^ 
With  fpotlefs  love,  and  lowly  fear, 
j(  Thankful  I  take  the  cup  from  thee, 
Prepar'd  and  mingled  by  thy  ikill, 
Though  bitter  to  the  taile  it  be, 
Powerful  the  wounded  foul  to  heal. 
y  Be  thou,  O  Rock  of  ages,  nigh  ! 

♦S.o  {hzl)  each  murqjuiing  thought  iv"  gon'1, 


BELIEVERS  GROANING,  £sV.    245 

And  grief,  and  fear,  and  care  mall  fly- 
As  clouds  before  a  mid-day  fun. 
4.  Speak  to  my  warring  pafiions,  "  Peace  f' 
Say  to  my  troubled  heart,  "  Be  ftill  ;,J 

Thy  power  my  ftrength  and  fortrefs  is, 
For  all  things  ferve  thy  fov'reign  will. 
5  O  death  !   where  is  thy  iking  ?  where  now 
Thy  boafted  victory,  O  grave  ? 

Who  (hall  contend  with  God  ?  or  who 
Can  hurt  whom  God  delights  to  fave? 

H-Y  M  N    CCLIII.     Athhme. 

[  For  Believers  groaning  for  full  Redemption^ 

1  £~\   GOD    moit  merciful  and  true, 
\Jl    Thy  nature  to  my  foul  impart  \ 

^Stablifh  with  me  the  cov'nant  new, 
And  write  perfection  on  my  heart, 

2  To  real  holinefs  reftor'd, 

0  let  me  gain  my  Saviour's  mind  ; 
And  in  the  knowledge  of  my  Lord 

Fulnefs  of  life  eternal  find. 
Remember,  Lord,  my  fins  no  more., 
That  them  I  may  no  more  forget  |- 
But  funk  in  guiltlefs  fhame,  adore 
With  fpeechlefs  wonder  at  thy  feet. 
^  O'erwhelm'd  with  thy  Itupendous  grac^; 

1  fhall  not  in  thy  prefence  move  j 
But  breathe  unutterable  praife, 

And  rapturous  awe,  and  filent  love. 
Then  ev'ry  murmuring  thought,  and  v.<u*n«, 

Expires,  in  fweet  confufion  loft  : 
I  cannot  of  my  crofs  complain, 

X  cannot  of  my  goodnefs  boaih 


246     Believers  brought  to  the  B 1 R  t  h 

6  Pardon'd  for  all  that  I  have  done, 
My  mouth  as  in  the  duft  I  hide, 
And  glory  give  to  God  alone, 
My  God,  for  ever  pacify 'd  ! 

HYMN     CCLIV.     Invitation, 

For  Believers  brought  to  the  Birth. 

1    f\  GOD,  to  whom  in  flefh  reveal'd 
\^J'    The  helplefs  al!  for  fuccour  came  ; 
The  Hck  to  be  reliev'd  and  heal'd, 
And  found  falvntion  in  thy  name. 
"2  With  publicans  and  harlots  I, 

In  thefe  thy  Spirit's  gofpel-days, 
To  thee,  the  firtner's  friend,  draw  nigh, 
Andjhumbly  fue  for  faving  grace. 

3  Thou  feed  me  helplefs  and  diftreiVd, 

Feeble,  and  faint,  and  blind,  and  poor ; 
Weary  I  come  to  thee  for  reft, 
And  fick  cf  fin,  implore  a  cure. 

4  My  fin's  incurable  difeafe, 

5  Thou,  Jefus,  th&ii  alone  carrfc  heal  : 
Infpire  me  with  thy  pow'r  and  peace, 

•   And  pardon  on  my  confcience  feal. 

5  A  touch,  a  word,  a  look  from  thee, 

Can  turn  my  heart  and  make  it  clean. 
Purge  the  foul,  inbred  leprofy, 
And  fave  me  from  my  bofom-fin. 

6  Lord,  if  thou  wilt,   I  do  believe, 

Thou  canft  the  faving  grace  impart ; 
Thou  canfr  this  faftaht  now  forgive, 
And  ftamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

7  My  heart,  which  now  to  thee  I  raife, 

I  know  thou  canft  this  moment  ckanfe  ; 


Believers  brought  to  tie  Birth.     247 

The  deeped  flams  of  fin  efface, 

And  drive  the  evil  fpirit  hence. 
Be  it  according  to  thy  word  ! 

Accomplish  now  thy  work  in  me ;, 
And  let  my  foul  to  health  reftor'd, .-' 

Devote  its  little  all  to  thee ! 

HYMN    CCLV.     Welling. 

JE  S  U,  thy  far-extended  fame 
My  drooping  fouls  exults  to  hears 
Thy  name,  thy  all-reftoring  narne^ 
Is  mufic  in  a  finner's  ear. 

Sinners  of  old  thou  did  ft  receive 
"With  comfortable  words  and  kind ; 

Their  forrows  cheer,  their  wants  relieve^ 
Heal  the  difeas'd  and  cure  the  blin<^. 

And  art  thou  not  the  Saviour  ftill, 
In  ev'ry  place  and  age  the  fame  ? 

Haft  thou  forgot  thy  gracious  flytj. 
Or  loft  the  virtue  of  thy  name  I 

L  Faith  in  thy  changelefs  name  I  have .j 
The  good,  the  kind  phyfician,  thoR. 
Art  able  now  cur  fouls  to  fave, 
Art  willing  to  reftore  them  now* 

Though  feventeen  hundred  years  are  paft 
Since  thou  didft  in  the  flefh  appear, 

Thy  tender  mercies  ever  laft, 

And  ftill  thy  healing  pow'r  ia  here, 

5  Wouldft  thou  the  body's  health  reftore, 
And  not  regard  the  fm-fick  foul  ? 
The  lin-fick  foul  thou  lcv'ft  mue^h  more? 
And  furelv  thou  (halt  make  it  whol«. 


248       Far  the  Society  Praying. 

7  All  my  difeafe,  ray  ev'ry  fin, 
To  thee,  O  Jefus,  I  confefs  : 
In  pardon,   Lord,  my  cure  begin. 
And  perfect   me  in  holinefs. 

3  That  token  of  thy  utmoft  good, 

Now,   Saviour,  now  on  me  be  (low  ^ 
And  purge  my  conference  with  thy  blood, 
And  warn  my  nature  white  as  mow. 

HYMN     CCLVI.      Mufician's. 
For  thi  Society  Praying. 

1  T7  XCEPT  the  Lord  conduct  the  plat?, 
•    S2j    The  bell-concerted  fchernes  are  vain, 

And.  never  can  fucceed  ; 
We  fpend  our  wretched  ftrength  for  nought 
But  if  our  works  in  thee  are  wrought, 

They  fnall  be  bleft  indeed. 

2  Lord,  if  thou  dichl  tbyfelf  infpire 
Our  fouls  with  this  intenfe  defire, 

Thy  goodnefs  to  proclaim  ; 
Thy  glory  if  we  now  intend, 
O  let  our  deed  begin  and  end 

Complete  in  Jefu's  name  ! 

3  In  Jefu's  name  behold  we  meet, 
Far  from  an  evil  world  retreat, 

And  all  its  frantic  ways  ; 
One  only  thing  refolv'd  to  knew, 
And  fquare  our  ufeful  lives  below 

By  reafon  and  by  grace. 

4  Not  in  the  tombs  we  pine  to  dwell, 
Not  in  the  dark  monadic  cell, 

-    By  vows  and  grates  confin'd  : 


PASTORAL    HYMN,  249 

Freely  to  all  ourfelves  we  give, 
Conftrain'd  by  Jefu's  love  to  live 
The  fervants  of  mankind. 

Now,  Jefu,  now  thy  love  impart. 
To  govern  each  devoted  heart, 

And  fit  us  for  thy  will ! 
Deep  founded  in  the  truth  of  grace8 
Build  up  thy  rifing  church,  and  place 

The  city  on  the  hill. 

O  let  our  love  and  faith  abound  ! 
O  let  our  lives  .to  all  around 

With  pureft  luftre  mine  ! 
That  all  around  our  works  may  fee. 
And  give  the  glory,  Lord,. tp  thee, 

The  heavenly  light  divine  ! 

HYMN    CCLVIL     Worceftit, 

A  Pajlordl  Hymn. 

I    T  "I"  O  W  beauteous  are  their  feet 
Xl.   Who  ftand  on  Zion's  hill, 
That  bring  falvation  on  their  tongues? 
And  v/ords  of  peace  reveal  i 

How  charming  is  their  voice, 

So  fweet  the  tidings  are  ! 
"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King  \ 

"  He  reigns  and  triumphs'  here.''" 

HovV  happy  are  our  ears, 

TVt  hear  this  joyful  founds 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  iat<~ 

And  fought  but  never  found ! 


25©  ?ASYOR.AL    HYMN* 

$.  How  bleffed  are  our  eyes 

That  fee  this  heavenly  light ; 
Prophets  and  kings  defir'd  it  long, 
But  dy'd  without  the  fight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice* 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

Jerufalem  breaks  forth  in  fongs, 

And  deferts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  hi«  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad  j 
Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 


HYMN    CCLVIII.     St.  Paul's. 


L 


OVERS  of  pleafure  more  than  God? 
For  you  he  fuffer'd  pain  ; 
Swearers,  for  you  he  fpilt  his  blood  ; 
And  mall  he  bleed  in  vain  ? 


2  Mifers,  his  life  for  you  he  paid, 
Your  bafe  ft  ..crimes  he  bore  $ 
Drunkards,  your  fins  on  him  were  laid,. 
That  you  might  iin  no  more. 

5  The  God  cf  love,  tc  earth  he  came, 
That  you  might  come  to  heaven  j 
Believe,  believe  in  Jefu's  name, 
And  all  your  fins  forgiven, 


BELIEVERS    WATCHING.  t§t 

L  Believe  in  him  that  dy'd  for  thee  ; 
And  fure  as  he  hath  died, 
Thy  debt  is  paid,  thy  foul  is  free* 
And  thou  art  juftified, 

HYMN     CCLIX.     kandtT*  Marth 

HARK!  how  the  watchmen  cry  * 
Attend  the  trumpet's  found  ; 
Stand  to  your  arms  !  the  foe  is  nigh  ! 

The  powers  of  hell  furround : 
Who  bow  to  Chrift's  command, 

Your  arms  and  hearts  prepare  ; 
The  day  of  battle  is  at  hand  ! 
Go  forth  to  glorious  war  ! 

See  on  the  mountain^top 

The  itandard  of  our  God  ! 
In  Jefu's  name  I  lift  it  up, 

All  itain'd  with  hallow'd  bloodt 
His  ftandard-bearer  I 

To  all  the  nations  call : 
Let  all  to  jefu's  crofs  draw  nigh  \ 

He  bore  the  crofs  for  all. 

Go  up  with  Chrift  youf  Head, 

Your  Captain's  footfteps  fee  : 
Follow  your  Captain  and  be  led 

To  certain  victory. 
All  power  to  him  is  given : 

He  ever  reigns  the  fame  : 
Salvation,  happinefs,  and  heavdf$  ^  J 

Are  all  in  Jefu's  name. 
Y 


i$-l     Uelieters  brought  to  the  Birth. 

$  Only  hare  faith  in  God  : 

In  faith  your  foes  aflail: 
Not  wreitling  againll  flefh  and  blood, 

But  all  the  powers  of  hell : 
Fro  to  thrones  of  glory  driven, 

By  flaming  vengeance"  hurl'd, 
They  throng  the  air  and  darken  heaven, 

And  rule  the  lower  world. 

HYMN    CCLX.     Carfs. 
i  "TTTTATCH'D  by  the  world's  malignant 

Who  load  us  with  reproach  and  fhame : 
A?  fervants  of  the  Lord  raoft  high, 

As  zealous  for  hi?  glorious  name. 
We  ought  in  all  his  paths  to  move 
With  holy  fear  and  humble  love. 

2  That  wildom,  Lord,  on  us  bellow, 

From  every  evil  to  depart, 
To  flop  the  mouth  of  every  foe : 

While,  upright  both  in  life  and  heart,. 
The  proof  of  godly  fear  we  give, 
And  fhew  them  how  the  Chriftians  live. 

H  Y  M  N    CCLXI.    Mujicianh. 
For  Believers  brought  to  the  Birth 


o 


Glorious  hope  of  perfect  love 
It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above 
It  bears  09  eagles'  wings  •, 


Believers  brought  to  the  Birth.    253 

It  gives  my  ravifh'd  foul  to  tafte, 
And  makes  me  for  fome  moments  feaft 
With  Jefu's  priefts  and  kings. 

The  things  eternal  I  purfue, 
A  happinefs  beyond  the  view 

Of  thofe  that  bafely  pant, 
For  things  by  nature  felt  and  feenj 
Their  honours,  wealth,  and  pleafures  jneap* 

I  neither  have  nor  want* 


Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own  ; 
A  ftranger  to  the  world  unknown,, 

I  all  their  goods  defpife  ; 
I  trample  on  their  whole  delight-. 
And  feek  a  country  out  of  fight, 

A  country  in  the  ikies* 

There  is  my  houfe  and  portion  fair,. 
My  treafure  and  my  heart  is  there*, 

And  my  abiding  home  ; 
For  me  my  elder  brethren  ftay$ 
And  angels  beckon  me  away,    . 

And  Jefus  bids  me  come  I 

I  come,  thy  fervant,  Lord,  replies*, 
I  come  to  meet  thee  in  the  ikies, 

And  claim  my  heavenly  reft  ; 
N  jw  let  the  pilgrim's  journey  end, 
Now,  O  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend.* 

Receive  me  to  t^hy  breaft  ■! 


$54    Believers  brought  to  the  Birth. 
HYMN     CCLXII.     Dedication. 

I   *X"K 7  HY  not  now,  my  God,  my  God 
V  V      Ready  if  thou  always  art, 
Make  in  me  thy  mean  abode, 

Take  poffeffion  of  my  heart ; 
If  thou  canft  fo  greatly  bow, 
Friend  of  finners,  why  not  now  ?' 

%  God  of  love  in  this  my  day 
'  For  thyfelf  to  thee  I  cry  5 
Dying,  if  thou  ftill  delay 

Muft  I  not  for  ever  die  ? 
Enter  now  thy  pooreft  home  : 
Now,  my  utmoft  Saviour,  come. 

HYMN     CCLXIII.     Hamilton's-. 

t  "VT  O  W,  even  now,  I  yield,  I  yield, 
JLNI     With  all  my  fins  to  part  1 
Jefus,  fpeak  my  pardon  feal'd, 

And  purify  my  heart! 
Purge  the  love  of  fin  away, 

Then  I  into  nothing  fall : 
Then  I  fee  the  perfect  day ; 

And  Chrifl  is  all  in  all. 

3  Jefu,  now  our  hearts  infpire 

With  that  pure  love  of  thine  $ 
Kindle  n,ow  the  heavenly  fire 

To  brighfcen-aod  refine : 
Purify  our  faith  like  gold  : 

All  the  drofs  of  fin  remove  ; 
Melt  our  spirits  down,  and  rnoulpl 

Into  thy  perfect  love, 


BELIEVERS    INTERCEDING.  255 

HYMN     CCLXIV.     Angel-Song. 
For  Believers  Interceding, 

PART    THE    FIRST. 

FATHER,  if  juftly  ftill  we  claim 
To  us  and  ours  the  promife  made,. 
To  us  be  gracioufiy  the  fame, 

And  crown  with  living  fire  our  head. 

Our  claim  admit,  and  from  above 

Of  holine£s  the  fpirit  fnower, 
Of  wife  difcernment,  humble  love* 

And  zeal,  and  unity,  and  power* 

$  The  fpirit  of  convincing  fpeech, 
Of  power  demonstrative  impart  % 
Such  as  may  every  confeience  reach, 
And  found  the  unbelieving  heart  \ 

^  The  fpirit  of  refining  fire, 

Searching  the  inmoft  of  the  mind, 
To  purge  all  fierce  and  foul  defire, 
And  kindle  life  more  pure  and  kind ; 

5   The  fpirit  of  faith  In  this  thy  day, 

To  break  the  power  of  cancell'd  fin, 

Tread  down  its  ftrength,  o'erturn  its  fwayr 

And  ftill  the  conqueft  more  than  win. 

The  fpirit  breathe  of  Inward  life, 

Which  In  our  hearts  thy  laws  may  write : 

Then  grief  expires,  and  pain,  and  ftrife  ; 
.'Tis  nature  all,  and  all  delight. 
Y  z 


SCO  SOCIETY    PRATING, 

HYMN     CCLXV.     Angel-Song. 

PART    THE    SECOND. 

1  f\  N  all  the  earth  thy  Spirit  mower, 
K^J    The  earth  in  righteoufnefs  renew  : 
Thy  kingdom  come,  and  hell's  o'erpowers 
And  to  thy  fceptre  all  fubdue. 

3  Like  mighty  winds  or  torrents  fierce, 
Let  it  oppofers  all  o'erturn  5 
And  every  law  of  fin  reverfe, 

That  faith  and  love  may  make  all  one- 

3  Yea,  let  thy  Spirit  in  every  place 

Its  richeft  energy  declare  : 
While  lovely  tempers,  fruits  of  grace, 
The  kingdom  of  thy  Chriil  prepare. 

4  Grant  this,  O  holy  God,  and  true  ; 

The  ancient  feers  thou  didlt  infpire ! 
To  us  perform  the  promife  due, 

Defcend  and  crown  us  now  with  fire  \ 

HYMN    CCLXVI.    Aldrlch 

For  the  Society  Praying, 

B    /""N  O  M  E,  thou  omnifcient  Son  of  ma% 
\^y    Display  thy  lifting  pow'r, 
Come  with  thy  winnowing  Spirit's  faa$ 
And  throughly  purge  thy  floor, 


SOCIETY    PARTING.  2£7 

%  The  chaff  of  fin,  the  accurfed  things 
Far  from  our  fouls  be  driven  : 
The  wheat  into  thy  garner  bring, 
And  lay  us  up  for  heaven. 

*>  Look  through  us  with  thy  eyes  of  flames, 
The  clouds  and  darknefs  chafe  ; 
And  tell  me  what  by  fin  I  am3 
And  what  1  am  by  grace, 

4  Whatever  offends  thy  glorious  eyes. 
Far  from  our  hearts  remove  ; 
As  dull  before  the  whirlwind  fliess 
Difperfe  it  by  thy  love. 

Then  let  us  all  thy  fulnefs  know* 

From  every  fin  fet  free  ; 
Sav'd,  to  the  utmoft  fav'd  below, 

And  perfectly  like  thee. 

H  Y  M  N    CCLXVII.     Fetter-im* 
For  the  Society  Parting, 


G 


The  glory  of  thy  grace  ! 
Thy  gifts  to  thee  we  render  back 
In  ceafelefs  fongs  cf  praife. 

2  Thro'  thee  we  now  together  came 
In  finglenefs  of  heart : 
We  met,  O  Jefus,  in  thy  name, 
And  in  thy  name  we  part, 


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SOCIETY    PARTING* 


3  We  part  in  body,  not  in  mind : 

Our  minds  continue  one  ; 
And  each  to  each  in  Jefus  join'd, 
We  hand  in  hand  go  on. 

4  Subfifts  as  in  us  all  one  foul ; 

No  power  can  make  us  twain  5 
And  mountains  rife  and  oceans  roll, 
To  fever  us,  in  vain. 

5  Prefent  we  ftill  in  fpirit  are, 

And  intimately  nigh, 
While  on  the  wings  of  faith  and  prayer 
We  each  to  other  fly. 

6  In  Jefus  Chriil  together  we 

In  heavenly  places  fit : 
Cloath'd  with  the  fun,  we  fmile  to  fee 
The  moon  beneath  our  feet. 

7  Our  life  is  hid  with  Chrift  in  God? 

Our  life  fhall  foon  appear, 

And  fhed  his  glory  all  abroad 

On  all  his  members  here. 

8  The  heavenly  treafure  now  we  have 

In  a  vile  houfe  of  clay  ; 
But  he  fhall  to  the  utmoft  fave, 
And  keep  it  to  that  day. 

9  Our  fouls  are  in  his  mighty  hand, 

And  he  fhall  keep  them  ftill  y 
And  you  and  I  fhall  furely  ftand 
With  him  on  Sion/e  biUJ 


SOCIETY    PARTING,  259 

jo     Him  eye  to  eye  we  there  fhall  fee  3 
Our  face  like  his  fhall  mine  j 
O  what  a  glorious  company, 
When  faints  and  angels  join  t 

fi     O  what  a  joyful  meeting  there  ! 
In  robes  of  white  array'd, 
Palms  in  our  hands  we  all  fhall  bear,    * 
And  crowns  upon  our  head. 

12     Then  let  us  lawfully  contend, 

And  figbt  our  pafTage  through  :"      ., 
Bear  in  our  faithful  minds  the  end, 
And  keep  the  prize  in  view. 

f3     Then  let  us  haften  to  the  day, 

When  all  fhall  be  brought  home  V 
Come,  O  Redeemer,  come  away  \ 
O  Jefus,  quickly  come  ! 

HYMN     CCLXVIII.     Lamfa  ■ 

1       A    ND  let  our  bodies  part, 
XJt   To  different  climes  repair? 
Infeparably  join'd  in  heart 
The  friends  of  Jefus  are  \> 

%  Jefus  the  corner-ftone 

Did  firft  bur  hearts  unite !! 
And  Itill  he  keeps  our  fpirits  one|. 
Who  walk  with  him  in  white, r 

3  O  let  us  flill  proceed 

In  Jefu's  work  below ; 


260  SOCIETY    PARTING. 

And  following  our  triumphant  Head, 
To  farther  conquefts  go. 

^  The  vineyard  of  the  Lord 
Before  his  labourers  lies  ; 
And  lo  !   we  fee  the  vaft  reward 
Which  waits  us  in  the  flues  i 

5  O  let  our  heart  and  mind 
Continually  afcend, 
That  haven  of  repofe  to  find, 
Where  all  our  labours  end { 

<6  Where  all  our  toils  are  o'er, 
Our  fuffering  and  our  pain  I 
Who  meet  on  that  eternal  more 
Shall  never  part  again. 

7  O  happy,  happy  place, 

Where  faints  and  angels  meet ; 
There  we  mail  fee  each  other'6  face, 
And  all  our  brethren  greet. 

8  The  church  of  the  firfl-born, 

We  mall  with  them  be  bleft, 
And,  crown'd  with  endlefs  joy,  return 
To  our  eternal  reft. 

9  With  joy  we  mail  behold, 

In  yonder  bleft  abode, 
The  patriarchs  and  prophets  old, 
And  all  the  faints  of  God. 

to  Abraham  and  Ifaac  there, 
And  Jacob  mail  receive 
The  followers  of  their  faith  and  prayer, 
Who  now  in  bodies  live. 


CONSOLATION*  t>6l 

We  mall  our  time  beneath 

Live  out  in  cheerful  hope, 
And  fearlefs  pafs  the  vale  of  death^ 

And  gain  the  mountain-top. 
To  gather  home  his  own, 

God  fhall  his  angels  fend, 
And  bid  our  blifs  on  earth  begun. 

In  deathlefs  triumphs  end. 

— «^<#<^><^» — - 

CONSOLATION. 
HYMN    CCLXIX.     L.  M. 

COMFORT,    ye  minifters  of  grac^,' 
Comfort  the  people  of  your  Lord, 
O  lift  ye  up  the  fallen  race, 

And  cheer  them  by  the  gofpel-word. 
Go,  into  every  nation  go, 

Speak  to  their  trembling  hearts,  and  cry* 
Glad  tidings  unto  all  we  {how ; 

Jerufalem,  thy  God  is  nigh. 
Hark  !   in  the  wildernefs  a  cry, 

A  voice  that  loudly  calls,  Prepare ! 
Prepare  your  hearts  for  God  is  nigh, 

And  means  to  make  his  entrance  there i-. 
The  Lord  your  God  fhall  quickly  come : 

Sinners  repent,  the  call  obey  : 
Open  your  hearts  to  make  him  room, 

Ye  defert  fouls,  prepare  his  way. 
The  Lord  (hall  clear  his  way  thro'  all : 

Whate'er  obftrufts,  obftru&s  in  vain  ; 
The  vale  (hall  rife,  the  mountain  fall, 

Crooked  be  itraight,  and  rugged  plain. 


262  CONSOLATION 

6  The  glory  of  the  Lord  difplay'd, 
Together  all  mankind  mail  view  i 
And  what  his  mouth  in  truth  hath  faidr. 
His  own  almighty  hand  mall  do. 

HYMN    CCLXX.     L.  l/L 

*    TJ  IGH  on  his  everlafting  throne 

JT1    The  King  of  faints  his  works  fmveysy 
Marks  the  dear  fouls  he  calls  his  own, 
And  fmiles  on  the  peculiar  race. 

2  He  refts  well  pleas'd  their  toils  to  fee, 

Beneath  his  eafy  yoke  they  move, 
With  all  their  heart  and  ftrength  agree 
In  the  fweet  labour  of  his  love. 

3  See  where  the  fervants  of  their  God, 

A  bufy  multitude  appear, 
For  Jefus  day  and  night  employ'd, 
His  heritage  they  toil  to  clear. 

4  The  love  of  Chrift  their  hearts  conftrains, 

And  ftrengthens  their  unwearied  hands, 
They  fpend  their  fweat,  and  blood,  and  pains^ 
To  cultivate  Immanuel's  lands. 

5  Jefus  their  toil  delighted  fees, 

Their  induftry  vouchfafes  to  crown, 
He  kindly  gives  the  wifh'd  increafe, 

And  fends  the  promis'd  blefling  down*: 

6  The  fap  of  life,  the  Spirit's  powers, 

He  rains  inceffant  from  above, 
He  all  his  gracious  fulnefs  mowers, 
To  perfect  their  great  work  of  Icr*; 


LAMENTATION.  263 

1   O  multiply  thy  fowers'  feed, 

And  fruit  we  every  hour  fhall  bear, 
Throughout  the  world  thy  gofpel  fpread, 
Thine  everlafting  truth  declare  : 

5  We  all  in  perfect  love  renew'd 

Shall  know  the  greatnefs  of  thy  pow*r, 
Stand  in  the  temple  of  our  God 
As  pillars,  and  go  out  no  more. 

HYMN    CCLXXI.     C.  M. 

OT  H  A  T  I  was  as  heretofore, 
When  warm  in  my  firft  love  ! 
I  only  liv*d  my  God  t*  adore, 
And  feek  the  things  above. 

Upon  my  head  his  candle  ftione, 

And  lavilh  of  his  grace, 
With  cords  of  love  he  drew  me  on, 

And  half  unveil* d  his  face. 

Butter  and  honey  did  I  eat. 

And  lifted  up  on  high, 
I  faw  the  clouds  beneath  my  feet, 

And  rode  upon  the  iky. 

Far,  far  above  all  earthly  things 

Triumphantly  I  rode  ; 
I  foar*d  to  heav*n  on  eagles*  wings, 

And  found  and  talk'd  with  God. 

Where  am  I  now,  from  what  an  height 

Of  happinefs  caft  down  ! 
The  glory  fwallow'd  up  in  night, 

And  faded  is  the  crown, 
Z 


264  PETITION. 

6  O  God,  thou  art  ray  home,  my  reft, 
For  which  I  figh  in  pain, 
How  fhall  1  'fcape  into  thy  breaft, 
My  Eden  now  regain  ? 

HYMN    CCLXXII. 

1  QAVIOUR  from  fin,   I  wait  to  prove 

0  That  Jefus  is  thy  healing  name, 
To  lofe,  when  perfected  in  love, 

Whate'er  I  have,  or  can,  or  am ; 

1  ftay  mc  on  thy  faithful  word, 
The  fervant  mail  be  as  his  Lord. 

2  Anfwer  that  gracious  end  in  me, 

For  which  thy  precious  life  was  giverf, 
Redeem  from  all  iniquity, 

Reftcre  and  make  me  meet  for  heaven  £ 
Unlefs  thou  purge  my  every  ftain, 
Thy  fuffering  and  my  faith  are  vain. 

3  'Tis  not  a  bare  releafe  from  fin, 

Its  guilt  and  pain,  my  foul  require?, 
I  want  a  fpirit  of  power  within  ; 

Thee,  Jefus,  thee  my  heart  defires, 
And  pants,  and  breaks  to  be  renew'd, 
And  wafiVd  in  thine  all-cleanfing  blood- 

4  Didll  thou  not  die  that  I  might  live 

No  longer  to  myfelf,  but  thee  ? 
Might  body,  foul,  and  fpirit  gh7^ 

To  him  who  gave  himfelf  for  me  ?' 
Come  then,  my  Matter,  and  my  God. 
Take  the  dear  purchafe  of  thy  blood. 
£  Thine  own  peculiar  fervant  claim, ' 

For  thine  own  truth  and  mercy's  fake, 
Hallow  in  me  thy  glarious  name, 

Me  for  thine  own  this  moment  take.. 


PETITION.  265 

And  change  and  throughly  purify  ; 
Thine  only  may  I  live  and  die. 

HYMN    CCLXXIII.     C.  M. 

Morning  Hymn. 

IVER  and  Guardian  of  my  fleep? 
To  praife  thy  name  I  wake, 
Still,  Lord,  thy  helplefs  fervant  keep. 

For  thine  own  mercy's  fake. 
The  bleffing  of  another  day 

I  thankfully  receive  ; 
O  may  I  only  thee  obey, 

And  to  thy  glory  live. 
3  Vouchfafe  to  keep  my  foul  from  fm^, 

Its  cruel  power  fufpend, 
Till  all  this  iirife  and  war  within 

In  perfect  peace  fhall  end. 
Upon  me  lay  thy  mighty  hand, 

My  words  and  thoughts  rellrain, 
Bow  my  whole  foul  to  thy  command.. 

Nor  let  my  faith  be  vain. 
5  Prifoner  of  hope,  I  wait  the  hour 

Which  (hall  falvation  bring, 
When  all  I  am  (hall  own  thy  power, 

And  call  my  Jefus,   King. 

HYMN    CCLXXIV.    L.  M. 

1  A    WAKE,  Jerufalem,  awake, 
_/~\    No  longer  in  thy  fins  lie  down, 
The  garment  of  falvation  take, 

Tby  beauty  and  thy  ftrength  put  on. 

2  Shake  off  the  duft  that  blinds  thy  fight, 

And  hides  the  promife  from  thine  eyes, 


265  PETITION. 

An'fe  and  ftruggle  into  light, 

Thy  great  Deliverer  calls,  Arife  I 

3  Shake  off  the  bands  of  fad  dcfpalr, 

Sion  afiert  thy  liberty, 
Look  up,  thy  broken  heart  prepare, 
And  God  (hall  fet  the  captive  free. 

4  Veffels  of  mercy,  fons  of  grace, 

Be  purg'd  from  every  linful  {lain, 
Be  like  your  Lord  :  his  word  embrace, 
Nor  bear  his  hallow'd  name  in  vaia. 

5-  The  Lord  (hall  in  your  front  appear, 
And  lead  the  pompous  triumph  on  ; 
His  glory  (hall  bring  up  the  rear, 
And  perfect  what  his  grace  begun. 

HYMN    CCLXXV. 
J    /^OME,   O  thou  traveller  unknown, 
V^    Whom  ftill  I  own  but  canuot  fee, 
My  company  before  is  gone, 

And  I  am  left  alone  with  thee, 
"With  thee  all  night  I  mean  to  itay, 
And  wreftle  till  the  break  of  day. 

2  In  vain  thou  flrugglefb  to  get  free, 

I  never  will  unloofe  my  hold  : 
Art  thou  the  man  who  dy'd  for  me  i 

The  fecret  of  thy  love  unfold  ; 
Wreftling  I  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 

3  What  tho*  my  fhrinking  flefh  complak, 

And  murmur  to  contend  fo  long, 
1  rife  fuperior  to  my  pain, 

When  I  am  weak,  then  I  am  ftrong. 


WATCHING.  20-' 

And  when  my  all  of  ftrength  fhall  fail, 
I  mail  with  the  God-man  prevail. 

4  Yield  to  me  now, — for  I  am  weak, 

But  confident  in  feif-defpair  ; 
Speak  to  my  heart,  in  bleffings  fpeak, 

Be  conquered  by  my  initant  prayer  : 
Speak,  or  thou  never  hence  fhalt  move, 
And  tell  me  if  thy  name  be  love. 

5  'Tis  love,  'tis  love  !    Thou  dy'dft  for  me, 

I  hear  thy  whifper  in  my  heart, 
The  morning  breaks,  the  fhadows  flee, 

Pure,  um'verfal  love  thou  art ; 
To  me,  to  all,  thy  bowels  move, 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  love. 

6  1  know  thee,  Saviour,  who  thou  art, 

Jelus  the  feeble  iinner's  friend  ; 
Nor  wilt  thou  with  the  night  depart, 

But  flay  and  love  me  to  the  end ; 
Thy  mercies  never  fhall  remote, 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  love. 
H  Y  M  N     CCLXXVI. 

1  /""\  FT  have  we  pafs'd  the  guilty  nigh' 
%^J?    In  revellingo  and  frantic  mirth-, 
The  creature  was  Qiir  fole  delight, 

Our  happinefs  the  things  of  earth  ; 
But  O,  fuffice  the  feafon  pair, 
We  chdejfe  the  better  part  at  lair. 

2  Y\  e  will  net  clofe  oar  wakeful  eyes, 

We  will  not  let  cur  ey£-)idti  fl<  ep, 
Bat  humbly  life  them  to  the  ikies, 

And  all  a  folemn  vigil  keep  ; 
So  many  nights  on  fin  beftow'd, 
Can  we  not  watch  one  hour  for  God  ? 


268  PETITION. 

3  We  can,  dear  Jefus,  for  thy  fake, 

Devote  our  ever)'-  hear  to  thee ; 
Speak  but  the  word,  our  fouls  (hall  wake, 

And  fjng  with  cheerful  melody  ; 
Thy  praife  mail  our  glad  tongues  employ. 
And  every  heart  fhall  dance  for  joy. 

4  Dear  object  of  our  faith  and  love, 

We  liflen  for  thy  welcome  voice, 
Our  perfons  and  our  works  approve, 

And  bid  us  in  thy  itrength  rejoice. 
Now  let  us  hear  the  mighty  cry, 
And  fhout  to  find  the  bridegroom  nigb 

5  Shout  in  the  midft  of  us,  O  King 

Of  faints,  and  let  our  joys  abound, 
Let  us  rejoice,  give  thanks,  and  ting, 

And  triumph  in  redemption  found: 
We  afk  in  faith  for  every  foul  j 
O  let  our  glorious  joy  be  full. 

6  O  may  we  all  triumphant  rife, 

With  joy  upon  our  heads  return, 
And  far  above  thefe  nether  ikies, 

By  thee  on  eagle's  wings  upborne, 
Through  all  yen  radiant  circle  move, 
And  gain  the  higher!  heaven  of  love. 

HYMN    CCLXXVII.     C.  M. 

with  God, 
frame  ; 
A  light  to  mine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 
Where  is  the  bleffednefs  I  knew; 

When  firil  I  faw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  foul-refreihing  v:;<t      , 
Of  Jefus  and  hi^  rt-prd  I 


OH  for  a  clofer  walk  with 
A  calm  and  heavenly  fr 


PETITION.  269 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoy'd ; 
How  fweet  their  memory  flill ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 
4.  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 
Sweet  melTenger  of  reft  ; 
I  hate  the  fins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breaft. 

5  The  deareft  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne  ; 
And  worfhip  only  thee. 

6  So  (hall  my  walk  be  clofe  with  God 

Calm  and  ferene  my  frame  ; 

So  purer  light  mall  mark  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

HYMN    CCLXXVIII.     L.  M, 

N  inward  baptifm  of  pure  fire, 
Wherewith  to  be  baptiz'd  I  have  ; 
*Tis  ail  my  longing  foul's  defire, 

This,  only  this  my  foul  can  fave. 
Straightened  I  am,  till  this  be  done  5 

Kindle  hi  me  the  living  flame  \ 
Father,  in  me  reveal  thy  Son: 

Baptize  me  into  Jefu's  name. 
Transform  my  nature  into  thine, 

Let  all  my  powers  thine  imprefs  feel, 
Let  all  my  foul  become  divine, 
.  And  ftamp  me  with  thy  Spirit's  feal. 
Love,  mighty  love,  my  heart  o'erpow'r, 

Ah  !   why  doll  thou  fo  long  delay  ! 
Cut  fhort  the  work,  bring  near  the  hour, 

And  let  -me  fee  thy  perfedt  d3y- 


270  PETITION. 

5  Behold,  for  thee  I  ever  wait, 

Now  let  me  in  thy  image  fhine, 
Now  the  new  heavens  and  earth  create, 
And  plant  with  righteoufnefs  divine; 

6  If  with  the  wretched  fons  of  men 

It  ftill  be  thy  delight  to  live, 
*  Come,  Lord,  beget  my  foul  again, 
Thyfelf,  thy  quick'nirig  Spirit  give, 
HYMN    CCLXXIX.     C.  M. 

1  T^OUNTAIN  of  life,  to  all  below, 
Jl      Let  thy  falvation  roll  : 
Water,  replenish,  and  o'erflow 

Every  believing  foul. 

2  Into  that  happy  number,   Lord, 

Us  weary  finners  take, 
Jefus,  fulfil  thy  gracious  word, 
For  thine  own  mercy's  fake. 

3  Turn  back  our  nature's  rapid  tide, 

And  we  mail  flow  to  thee, 
While  down  the  ftream  of  time  we  glide 
To  our  eternity. 
4.  The  well  of  life  to  us  thou  art, 
Of  joy  the  fwelling  flood, 
Wafted  by  thee,  with  willing  heart 
We  Avift  return  to  God. 
5  We  foon  mall  reach  the  boundlefs  fea, 
Into  thy  fulnefs  fall, 
Be  loft  and  fwallovv'd  up  in  thee, 
Our  God,  our  All  in  All. 

HYMN    CCLXXX.    L.  M. 
1    f^\  THOU,  whom  all  thy  faints  adore, 
V_/  *We  now  with  all  thy  faints  agree, 
And  bow  our  inmoft  fouls  before 
Thy  glorious,  awful' Majefty. 


PETITION.  '±Ji 

2  The  King  of  nations  we  proclaim, 
Who  would  not  our  great  Sovereign  fear  ? 

We  long  t'  experience  all  thy  name, 
And  now  we  come  to  meet  thee  here. 

3  We  come,  great  God,  to  feek  thy  face, 
And  for  thy  loving  kindnefs  wait ; 

And  O  how  dreadful  is  this  place  ! 

*Tis  God's  own  houfe,  'tis  heaven's  gate., 

4  Tremble  our  hearts  to  find  thee  nigh, 
To  thee  our  trembling  hearts  afpiret 

And  lo  !  we  fee  defcend  from  high 
The  pillar  and  the  flame  of  fire. 

5  Still  let  it  on  th'  affembly  ftay, 

And  all  the  houfe  with  glory  fill : 
To  Canaan's  bounds  point  out  the  way, 
And  bring  us  to  the  holy  hill. 

6  There  let  us  all  with  Jefus  Hand, 

And  join  the  general  church  above, 
And  take  our  feats  at  thy  right  hand, 
And  fing  thine  everlaiting  love. 

7  Came,  Lord,  our  fouls  are  on  the  wing, 

Now  on  thy  great  white  throne  appeal. 
And  let  my  eyes  behold  my  King, 
And  let  me  fee  my  Saviour  there. 

HYMN    CCLXXXL     L.  M. 

I    O  AY,    which  of  you  would  fee  the  Lordi 
C3    You  all  may  now  obtain  the  grace, 
Behold  him  in  the  written  word, 

Where  John  unveils  the  Saviour's  face. 


2/2  PETITION. 

-#- 

2  Clear  as  the  trumpet's  voice  he  fpeaks 

To  every  foul  that  turns  his  ear ; 
Amidil  the  golden  candlelticks 

He  walks  :  and  lo  !  he  now  is  here. 

3  Prefent  to  all  believing  fouls, 

They  fee  him  with  an  eagle's  eye  ; 
Down  to  his  feet  a  garment  rolls, 

Stain'd  with  a  glorious  crimfon  dye. 
4.  A  golden  girdle  binds  his  breaft, 

(Whence  ftreams  of  confolation  flow, 
Milk  for  his  new-born  babes,  who  reft 

In  him,  nor  other  comfort  know.) 

5  His  form  is  as  the  Son  of  Man, 

His  eyes  are  as  a  flame  of  fire  ; 
They  dart  a  fin-confuming  pain, 
And  life  and  joy  divine  infpire. 

6  Kis  fpotlefs  purity  of  foul, 

We  by  a  lovely  emblem  know, 
His  head  and  hair  are  white  as  wool, 
White  are  they  as  the  driven  fnow. 

7  Glitter  his  feet  like  polifh'd  brafs 

That  long  hath  in  the  furnace  (hone, 
Brighter  than  lightning  is  his  face, 
Brighter  than  the  meridian  fun.    "  | 

8  As  many  waters  founds  his  wcrd, 

Seven  liars  he  holds  in  his  right  hand, 
Out  of  his  mouth  a  two-edg'd  fword 
Goes  forth  :  before  it  who  can  (land  : 

9  Lord,  at  thy  feet  we  fall  as  dead, 

Lay  thy  right  hand  upon  our  foul, 
Scatter  our  fears,  thy  Spirit  fned, 
And  all  our  unbelief  controul. 


PETITION.  273 

10  Tell  us,  "  I  am  the  Firft  and  Lad, 

«  Who  liv'd  and  dy'd  for  all,  am  I ! 
"  And  lo  !   my  bitter  death  is  paft, 
"  And  lo  !   I  live  no  more  to  die  : 

"  I  have  the  keys  of  death  and  hell." 
Amen  !    thy  record  we  receive, 

And  wait  till  thou  our  fpirits  feal, 
And  all  in  all  for  ever  live* 

HYMN    CCLXXXII.     L,  M. 

1    "*T\  RAW  near,  O  Son  of  God,  draw  nean, 
X^  Us  with  thy  flaming  eye  behold, 
Still  in  thy  church  voachfafe  t*  appear, 
And  let  our  candle ftick  be  gold. 

Still  hold  the  ftars  in  thy  right  hand, 
And  let  them  in  thy  luftre  glow, 

The  lights  of  a  benighted  land, 
The  angels  of  thy  church  below. 

3  Make  good  their  apoitolic  boaft, 

Their  high  commiffion  let  them  prove. 
Be  temples  of  the  Holy  Ghoft, 

And  fill'd  with  faith  and  hope  and  love. 

Their  hearts  from  things  of  earth  remove, 
Sprinkle  them,  Lord,  from  fin  and  fear, 

Fix  their  affections  all  above,  * 

And  lay  up  all  their  treafure  there. 

Give  them  an  ear  to  hear  thy  word ; 

Thou  fpeakeft  to  the  churches  now : 
And  let  all  tongues  confefs  th':ir  Lord, 

Let  every  knee  to  jefus  bow. 


274  FETITION. 

HYMN    CCLXXXIII. 

i  T  N  boundlefs  mercy,  gracious  Lord,  appear, 
JL  Darknefs  difpel,  the  humbk  mourner  cheer; 
Vain  thoughts  remove,  melt  down  this  flinty 

heart ; 
Caufe  every  foul  to  choofe  the  better  part, 

-3  Thy  prefence  fills  the  univerfal  fpace  ; 
Thy  grace  appears  to  all  the  fallen  race. 
O  vifit  us  with  light  and  life  divine, 
Fill' every  foul,  for  every  foul  is  thine. 

3  The  bleffed  Jefus  is  my  Lord,  my  love  ; 
He  is  my  King,  from  him  I  would  not  move; 
Away  then  all  ye  objects  that  divert, 
Nor  feek  to  draw  from  my  dear  Lord  my  heart, 

^  That  uncreated  beauty  which  hath  gain'd 
My  raviuYd  heart,  hath  all  your  glory  ftain'd  ; 
His  lovelinefs  my  foul  hath  prepoffefs'd, 
And  left  no  room  for  any  other  gueft. 

HYMN    CCLXXXIV.    C.  M. 

i    "        O  R  D,  all  I  am  is  known  to  thee  ; 
1  a    In  vain  my  foul  would  try 
To  fhun  thy  prefence,  or  to  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all  furrounding  fight  furveys 

My  riling  and  my  reft, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
The  fecrets  of  my  breaft. 

3  My  thoughts  lie-  open  to  thee,  Lord, 

Before  thev're  form'd  within  v 


CHRISTMAS    HYMN.  2*]$ 

And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
Thou  know'it  the  fenfe  I  mean. 

4  O  wond'rous  knowledge,  deep  and  high!- 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Befet  on  every  fide. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  furround  me  ft  ill, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 

To  guard  my  foul  from  every  ill, 

Secur'd  by  Sov'reign  love. 

HYMN    CCLXXXV.     Bo/ton-.,. 
Chr'iflmas  Hymn, 

1  «  QHEPHERDS  rejoice,  lift  up  your  eyCty 

O    "  And  fend  your  fears  away, 
i*  News  from  the  regions  of  the  ikies— 
"  Salvation's  born  to-day. 

2  "  Jefus  the  God  whom  angels  fear, 

"  Comes  down  to  dwell  with  you ; 
"  To-day  he  makes  his  entrance  here, 
"  But  not  as  monarchs  do. 

3  *'  No  gold,  nor  purple  fvvaddling  bands ; 

*'  Nor  royal  mining  things  ; 
"  A  manger  for  his  cradle  Hands,  ■ 
"  And  holds  the  King  of  kings. 

4  "  Go,  fhepherds,  where  the  infant  lies, 

"  And  fee  his  humble  throne : 
"  With  tears  of  joy  in  all  your  eyes, 
"  Go,  fhepherds,  kifs  the  Son*" 
A  a 


276  BAPTISM. 

5  Thus  Gabriel  fang,  and  flraight  around 

The  heavenly  armies  throng  ; 
They  tune  their  harps  to  lofty  found, 
And  thus  conclude  the  fong  : 

6  "  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 

"  Let  peace  furround  the  earth  j 
"  Mortals  fhall  know  their  Maker's  love, 
"  At  their  Redeemer's  birth." 

7  Lord  !   and  mall  angels  have  their  fongs* 

A  nd  men  no  tunes  to  raife  ? 
O  may  we  lofe  thefe  ufelefs  tongues 
When  we  forget  to  praife  ! 

8  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above^ 

That  pitied  us  forlorn, 
We  join  to  fmg  our  Maker's  love? 
For  there's  a  Saviour  born. 

■ <"«€j^^>^»--> 

BAPTISM. 

HYMN    CCLXXXVL     C.  M. 

1  ^>  ELESTIAL  Dove,  defcend  from  higkr 
\^/    And  on  the  water  brood  : 

Come,  with  thy  quick'ning  pow'r  apply 
The  water  and  the  blood. 

2  Almighty  God,  for  thee  we  call, 

And  our  requefl  renew  : 
Accept  in  Chrift,  and  blefs  withal 
The  work  we  have  to  do, 


J 


BAPTISM.  277 

H  Y  M  N    CCLXXXVII.    S.  M, 

1  f^i  ALL'D  from  above,  I  rife 
V_y    And  warn  away  my  fin, 
The  ftream  to  which  my  fpirit  flies 

Can  make  the  fouleit  clean, 

2  It  runs  divinely  clear, 

A  fountain  deep  and  wide  j 
?Twas  open'd  by  the  foldier's  fpear, 
In  my  Redeemer's  fide  ! 

HYMN    CCLXXXVIII.     L.  M, 

1  pOME,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
\^/    Honour  ttjc  means  ordain'd  by  thee  \ 
Make  good  our  apottolic  boaft, 

And  own  thy  glorious  miniftry, 

2  Father,  in  thefe  reveal  thy  Son  : 

In  thefe  for  whom  we  feek  thy  face, 
The  hidden  myftery  make  known, 
The  inward,  pure,  baptizing  grace* 

•  3  Jefus,  with  us  thou  always  art :- 
EfFecVate  now  the  facred  fign ; 
The  gift  unfpeakahle  impart, 
And  blefs  the  ordinance  divine* 

£  Eternal  Spirit,  defcend  from  higb,- 
Baptizer  of  our  fpirits,  thou  i 
The  facramental  feal  apply, 

And  witncfs  with,  the  water  now  i- 


278  CLASS-MEETING. 

CLASS-MEETING. 
HYMN    CCLXXXIX. 

1  ALL  thanks  to  the  Lamb  who  gives  us 
X~\.  to  meet : 

His  love  we  proclaim,  his  praifes  repeat : 
We  own  him  our  Jefus,  continually  near, 
To  pardon,  and  blefs  us,  and  perfect  us  here* 

3  In  him  we  have  peace,  in  him  we  have  pow'r, 
PrefervM  by  his  grace  throughout  the  dark 

hour: 
In  all  our  temptation,  he  keeps  us  to  prove 
His  utmoft  falvation,  his  fulnefs  of  love. 

3  Pronounce  the  glad  word,  and  bid  us  be  free; 
Ah!  had  thou  not,  Lord,  a  blefiing  for  me? 
The  peace  thou  hall  given  this  moment  impart, 
And  open  thy  heaven,  O  Love,  in  my  heart ! 

HYMN    CCXC.     C.  M. 

j    O  E  E,    Jefu,  thy  difciples,  fee, 
C3    The  promis'd  bleffing  give  ? 
Met  in  thy  name,  we  look  to  theef 
Expecting  to  receive. 

2  Thee  we  expect,  our  faithful  Lord> 

Who  in  thy  name  are  join'd  : 
We  wait  according  to  thy  word, 
Thee  in  the  midft  to  find. 

3  Whom  now  we  feek,  O  may  we  meet! 

Jefus,  the  crucify'd, 
"Shew  us  thy  bleeding  hands  and  feet. 
Thou  who  for  us  hall  dy'd. 


FUNERAL.  279 

HYMN    CCXCI. 

1  A    PPointed  by  thee,  we  meet  in  thy  name, 
JLX.   And  meekly  agree  to  follow  the  Lamb* 
To  trace  thy  example,  the  world  to  difdain, 
And  conftantly  trample  on  pleafure  and  pain, 

2  O  Jefus  appear  i   no  longer  delay. 
To  fanctify  here,  and  bear  us  away ; 

The  end  of  our  meeting  on  earth  let  us  fee:, 
Triumphantly  fitting  in  glory  with  thee  ! 

HYMN    CCXCII,    L.  M. 

Funeral. 

J   ^-p  H  A  N  K  S  be  to  God  whofe  faithful  lov€ 
J.      Hath  calPd  another  to  his  breafr, 
Tranflated  him  to  joys  above, 
To  manfions  of  eternal  reft. 

2  He  the  good  fight  of  faith  hath  won, 

He  heard  with  joy  the  welcome  word? 
"  Hither  come  up  (thy  work  is  done) 
"  And  reign  for  ever  with  thy  Lord." 

3  By  minifterial  fpirits  conveyM, 

Lodg'd  in  the  garner  of  the  fky, 
He  refts  in  Abraham's  bofom  laid, 
He  lives  with  God,  no  more  to  die, 

4  Thanks  be  to  God,  through  Chrift  alone, 

Who  gave  our  friend  the  victory, 
O  Matter,  fay  to  me,  "  Well  done  !" 
May  I  rejoice  to  die  in  thee, 
Aaz 


2%X>  REJOICING, 

HYMN    CCXCIII, 

I  "XT  E  fimple  fouls,  that  ftray 
X     Far  from  the  path  of  peace, 
That  unfrequented  way 

To  life  and  happinefs — 
How  long  will  ye  your  folly  love, 

And  throng  the  downward  road, 
And  hate  the  wifdom  from  above, 

And  mock  the  fons  of  God  ? 
%  Madnefs  and  mifery 

Ye  count  our  life  beneath, 
And  nothing  great  can  fee, 

Or  glorious  in  our  death  ! 
As  born  to  fuffer  and  to  grieve, 

Beneath  your  feet  we  lie, 
And  utterly  contemn'd  we  live, 

And  unlamented  die. 

3  Poor,  penfive  fojourners, 

O'erwheWd  with  grief  and  woes, 
Perplex'd  with  needlefs  fears, 

And  pleafure's  mortal  foes: 
More  irkfome  than  a  gaping  tomb, 

Our  fight  ye  cannot  bear, 
Wrapt  in  the  melancholy  gloom 

Of  fanciful  defpair. 

4  So  wretched  and  obfcure, 

The  men  whom  ye  defpife> 
So  foolifh,  weak,  and  poor, 

Above  your  fcorn  we  rife : 
Our  confcience  in  the  Holy  Ghofl 

Can  witnefs  better  things ; 
For  he,  whofe  blood  is  all  our  boaft5 
.  Hath  made  us  prjefU  and  kings* 


REJOICING.  2$t 

5  Riches  unfearchable 

In  Jefu's  love  we  know, 
And  pleafures  from  the  well 

Of  life,  our  fouls  o'erflow  5 
From  him  the  fpirit  we  receive, 

Of  wifdom,  grace,  and  pow'r? 
And  always  forrowful  we  live^ 

Rejoicing  evermore. 

6  Angels  our  Jervants  are, 

And  keep  in  all  our  ways, 
And  in  their  hands  they  bear 

The  facred  fons  of  grace  ; 
Our  guardians  to  that  heavenly  blife* 

They  all  our  fteps  attend ; 
And  God  himfelf  our  Father  is, 

And  Jefus  is  our  friend. 

7  With  him  we  walk  in  white., 

We  in  his  image  mine, 
Our  robes  are  robes  of  light, 

Our  righteoufnefs  divine ; 
On  all  the  grov'ling  kings  of  eartjh5 

With  pity  we  look  down, 
And  claim  in  virtue  of  our  birth, 

A  never-fading  crown. 

HYMN    CCXCIV, 

3   T  TA-RK!  how  the  gofpel-trumpet  founds! 
X  A  Thro'  all  the  earth  the  echo  bounds,! 
And  Jefus,  by  redeeming  blood, 
Is  bringing  finners  back  to  God ; 
And  guides  them  fafely  by  his  word 
To  endlefs  day. 


282  PRAIS2. 

2  Hail,  all-victorious,  conq'ring  Lord  ! 
Be- thou  by  all  thy  works  ador'd, 
Who  undertook  for  finful  man, 

And  brought  falvation  through  thy  name. 
That  we  with  thee  may  ever  reign 
In  endlefs  day. 

3  Fight  on,  ye  conqu'ring  fouls  fight  on, 
And  when  the  conqueft  you  have  won, 
The  palms  of  yicVry  you  mall  bear. 
And  in  his  kingdom  have  a  mare, 
And  crowns  of  glory  ever  wear 

In  endlefs  day. 

<J.  There  we  fhall  in  fweet  chorus  join, 
And  faints  and  angels  all  combine, 
To  fmg  of  his  redeeming  We, 
When  rolling  years  fhall  ceafe  to  move, 
And  this  fhall  be  our  theme  above, 
In  endlefs  day. 

HYMN    CCXCV.     C  M. 

1  T  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 
JL    And  ever  prays  for  me  : 

A  token  of  his  love  he  gives, 
A  pledge  of  liberty. 

2  Thy  love  I  foon  expect  to  find 

In  all  its  depth  and  height, 
To  comprehend  the  Eternal  Mindt 
And  grafp  the  infinite. 

3  When  God  is  mine,  nnd  I  am  his. 

Of  paradife  poffefs'd, 
1  tafte  unutterable  blifs, 
And  everlaiiing  reiL 


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PETITIONING.  283 

HYMN    CCXCVI.     S.  M. 
ATHER,  I  dare  believe 


Thee  merciful  and  true ; 
Thou  wilt  my  guilty  foul  forgive, 
My  fallen  foul  renew. 

3  Come  then  for  Jefu's  fake, 

And  bid  my  heart  be  clean ; 
An  end  of  all  my  troubles  make^ 
An  end  of  ail  my  fin. 

3  I  cannot  warn  my  heart, 

But  by  believing  thee  : 
And  waiting  for  thy  blood  t'  imparl 
The  fpotlefs  purity, 

4  While  at  thy  crofs  I  lie, 

Jefu,  the  grace  beftow  ; 
Now  thy  all-cleanfing  blood  apply, 
And  I  am  white  as  fnow. 

HYMN    CCXCVII.    C  Mo 

1  T  ASK  the  gift  of  right'oufnefs, 
JL    The  fin-fubduing  pow'r  % 
Pow'r  to  believe,  and  go  in  peace, 

And  never  grieve  thee  more. 

2  My  vehement  foul  cries  out  opprefs'^., 

Impatient  to  be  freed  ! 
Nor  can  I,  Lord,  nor  will  1  reft., 
Till  I  am  fav'd  indeed. 

3  Art  thou  not  able  to  convert  ? 

Art  thou  not  willing  too  X 
To  change  this  old,  rebellious  heart, 
To  conquer  and  renew  I 


284  CHRISTMAS    HYMN. 

HYMN    CCXCVIII. 

1  TXT Hile  ihepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  tr  I 

VV      All  feated  on  the  ground,       [night 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  fhone  around. 

2  "  Fear  not,"  faid  he  (for  mighty  dread 

Had  feiz'd  their  troubled  mind  ;) 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
"  To  you  and  all  mankind. 

3  il  To  you  in  David's  town  this  day 

"  Is  born  of  David's  line, 
"  The  Saviour  who  is  Chrift  the  Lord  ; 
"  And  this  mall  be  the  fign  ; 

£  "  The  heav'nly  babe  you  there  iliall  find 
11  To  human  view  difplay'd, 

"  All  meanly  wrapp'd  in  fwathing  bands, 
"  And  in  a  manger  laid." 

%  Thu&  fpake  the  feraph,  and  forthwith 
Appear'd  a  fhintng  throng 
Of  angels,  praifing  God  on  high, 
Addrefs'd  their  joyful  fong  : 

6  "  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
"  And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 
"  Good-will  henceforth,  from  heav'n  to  men, 
"  Begin  and  never  ceafe." 

HYMN    CCXCIX. 

I    T     OVING  Jefus,  gentle  Lamb, 
i.  a    In  thy  gracious  hands  I  am, 
Make  me,  Saviour,  what  thou  art, 
J^ive  tfryfelf  within  my  heart. 


PRAYER*  285 

I  (hall  then  (hew  forth  thy  jraife* 
♦Serve  thee  all  my  happy  Ifayl : 
Then  the  world  fhall  always  fee 
Chrift,  the  holy  child,  in  me. 

HYMN    CCC* 

i   f\  THOU,  who  comefl  from  above  ! 
V^/    The  pure  celeilial  fire  t*  impart* 
Kindle  a  flame  of  facred  love, 
On  the  mean  altar  of  my  heart ! 

1  There  let  it  for  thy  glory  burn, 
With  inextinguifhable  blaze, 
And  trembling  to  its  fource  return* 
In  humble  love  and  fervent  praife. 

Jefu,  confirm  my  heart's  defire, 

To  work,  and  fpeak,  and  think  for  thee  £ 
Still  let  me  guard  the  holy  fire, 

And  Hill  itir  lip  thy  gift  in  me  :' 

Ready  for  all  thy  perfect  will, 
My  acts  of  faith  and  love  repeat  5 

Till  death  thy  endlefs  mercies  feal, 
And  make  the  facrifice  completer 


FINI 


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